Some one shouted into the house for Jim, and a negro man in white jacket appeared.

When the people on the veranda had expressed their individual tastes, the one who had summoned the servant called to the woman in the hammock under the tree, "What is yours, Martha ?" Without looking up from her book, the woman waved her hand, and answered, "I am not drinking this time.

Thanks." A chorus of derisive shouts and laughter came from the veranda.

But the woman went on reading.

"Oh, let her alone!" protested some one, good-naturedly.