"Has Peggy seen 'em?
I've been tryin' to get her some just like 'em, only my co't duties are so pressin'.

Goodness, gracious me!--but it's gettin' hot!" Here he stopped and mopped his face, then his eyes fell upon her again: "Bless my soul, child!--you do look pretty this mornin'-- jest like yo' mother! Where did you get all those pink and white apple-blossoms in yo' cheeks ?" "Do you remember her, Mr.Coston ?" she rejoined, ignoring his compliment.
"Do I remember her! The belle of fo' counties, my dear--eve'ybody at her feet; five or six gentlemen co'tin' her at once; old Captain Barkeley, cross as a bear--wouldn't let her marry this one or that one--kep' her guessin' night and day, till one of 'em blew his brains out, and then she fainted dead away.

Pretty soon yo' father co'ted her, and bein' Scotch, like the old captain and sober as an owl and about as cunnin', it wasn't long befo' everything was settled.

Very nice man, yo' father--got to have things mighty partic'lar; we young bucks used to say he slept in a bag of lavender and powdered his cheeks every mornin' to make him look fresh, while most of us were soakin' wet in the duck-blinds--but that was only our joke.

That's long befo' you were born, child.