The House of Pride and Other Stories

Percival Ford wondered why he had come. He did not dance. He did not caremuch for army people. Yet he knew them all—gliding and revolving there onthe broad lanai of the Seaside, the officers in their fresh-starched uniforms ofwhite, the civilians in white and black, and the women bare of shoulders andarms. After two years in Honolulu the Twentieth was departing to its newstation in Alaska, and Percival Ford, as one of the big men of the Islands, couldnot help knowing the officers and their women.