And '' -- this in a careful whisper , while Esme was temporarily obliterated in Mrs. Grant 's capacious embrace -- `` she 's got the right sort of a nose . But your mother is a grand woman , son , a grand woman . '' At the Bay Shore Farm The Newburys were agog with excitement over the Governor 's picnic . As they talked it over on the verandah at sunset , they felt that life could not be worth living to those unfortunate people who had not been invited to it . Not that there were many of the latter in Claymont , for it was the Governor 's native village , and the Claymonters were getting up the picnic for him during his political visit to the city fifteen miles away . Each of the Newburys had a special reason for wishing to attend the Governor 's picnic . Ralph and Elliott wanted to see the Governor himself . He was a pet hero of theirs . Had he not once been a Claymont lad just like themselves ? Had he not risen to the highest office in the state by dint of sheer hard work and persistency ? Had he not won a national reputation by his prompt and decisive measures during the big strike at Campden ? And was he not a man , personally and politically , whom any boy might be proud to imitate ? Yes , to all of these questions . Hence to the Newbury boys the interest of the picnic centred in the Governor . `` I shall feel two inches taller just to get a look at him , '' said Ralph enthusiastically . `` He is n't much to look at , '' said Frances , rather patronizingly . `` I saw him once at Campden -- he came to the school when his daughter was graduated . He is bald and fat . Oh , of course , he is famous and all that ! But I want to go to the picnic to see Sara Beaumont .
She 's XXXXX be there with the Chandlers from Campden , and Mary Spearman , who knows her by sight , is going to point her out to me .
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