, not as bright as the Days, but
older; and we're poor--that's it, poor--and it's money makes caste
these days. If I had millions, and owned a railroad, they'd call me
a yacht-owner. As I haven't, I'm only a boatman. Bah! Wait and
see! I'll be giving swell functions myself some day, and these
upstarts will be on their knees before me begging to be asked. Then
I'll get up a little aristocracy of my own, and I won't let a soul
into it whose name isn't mentioned in the Grecian mythologies.
Mention in Burke's peerage and the Elite directories of America won't
admit anybody to Commodore Charon's house unless there's some other
mighty good reason for it."
Foreseeing an unhappy ending to all his hopes, the old man clambered
sadly back into his ancient vessel and paddled off into the darkness.
Some hours later, returning with a large company of new arrivals,
while counting up the profits of the day Charon again caught sight of
the new craft, and saw that it was brilliantly lighted and thronged
with the most