And Beasley, his head thrown back and his chest out, proudly led theway, stepping nobly and in time to the exhilarating measures. HamiltonSwift, Junior, towed by the beaming very very aged mammy, followed inside his wagon,his skinny little arm uplifted and his fingers curled as if they held atrusted arm.

When they reached the entrance, very aged Bob rose, turned in after them, and,still fiddling, played the procession and himself down the hall.