“Do you mind being here out of season?”
“Did you think I was a snob because I come from an old family? We’re the ones who are not snobs. The snobs are what you call jerks, and the people with all the new money. Did you ever see so much new money?”
“Yes,” the Colonel said. “I saw it in Kansas City when I used to come in from Ft. Riley to play polo at the Country Club.”
“Was it as bad as here?”
“No, it was quite pleasant. I liked it and that part of Kansas City is very beautiful.”
“Is it really? I wish that we could go there. Do they have the camps there too? The ones that we are going to stay at?”
“Surely. But we’ll stay at the Muehlebach hotel which has the biggest beds in the world and we’ll pretend that we are oil millionaires.”
“Where will we leave the Cadillac?”
“Is it a Cadillac now?”
“Yes. Unless you want to take the big Buick Road-master, with the Dynaflow drive. I’ve driven it all over Europe. It was in that last Vogue you sent me.”
“We’d probably better just use one at a time,” the Colonel said. “Whichever one we decide to use we will park in the garage alongside the Muehlebach.”
“Is the Muehlebach very splendid?”
“Wonderful. You’ll love it. When we leave town we’ll drive north to St. Joe and have a drink in the bar at the Roubidoux, maybe two drinks, and then we will cross the river
