Winslow Homer Gloucester Harbor painting

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She was a neat, impersonal young woman, part midwife, part governess, part shop-walker, in manner. “Very Important Persons,” she replied without evident embarrassment.
“But is it all right for me to be here?”
“It is essential. You are a V.I.P.”
I wonder, thought Scott-King, how they treat quite ordinary, unimportant people?
There were two fellow-travellers, male and female, similarly distinguished, both bound for Bellacita, capital city of Neutralia; both, it presently transpired, guests of the Bellorius Celebration Committee.
The man was a familiar type to Scott-King; his name Whitemaid, his calling academic, a dim man like himself, much of an age with him.
“Tell me,” said Whitemaid, “tell me frankly”—and he looked furtive as men do when they employ that ambiguous expression—“have you ever heard of the worthy Bellorius?”
“I know his work. I have seldom heard it discussed.”