One of the earliest acquaintances of the new Mackenzies—Mackenzies II, if marriages were movies, or, if computer programs, Mackenzies 2.1—had been Bumpy Wentworth, a small plump woman with thinning blue hair and a gift for mimicry. She had been called Bumpy in her girlhood, by an aggrieved younger brother with whom she was sharing, along with a substantial governess, the back seat of their father’s Peerless. Photographs from 1925, when she was ten, do attest to a pugnacious sisterly heft. She became a benign, comfortably proportioned woman, but the name travelled with her out from the nuclear family into day school, boarding school, finishing school, and marriage. In the conservative fashion of the region, where a genial male chauvinism labelled the tribal females like pets, “Bumpy,” with its connotation of “bumptious,” stuck. So did, among her peers in Haskells Crossing, the designations Muffin, Jonesie, Snuggles, and Bunch: these were all dignified women of means in their sixties or seventies.