Chapter 63
THE SCENE ON the Montfair front lawn was indeed the foxhunting prints in hotel and bank lobbies come to life. Except Janey was no longer gazing at a frozen two-dimensional image from outside the frame. She was Alice gone through the Looking Glass, riding down the pebbled driveway between Thumper and Elizabeth, as much a part of the costumed pageant as any of the other players.
There appeared to be at least sixty or more mounted riders, ranging from small children on ponies, some secured to a lead-line held by an adult rider, to octogenarians such as Bing Sensabaugh. The group before her spanned four generations, from people old enough to recall the Great Depression and the days before television to those who could not imagine life without instant global communication at the pu
