But all outings must come to an end.

And so when the marsh grass on the lowlands lay in serried waves of dappled satin, and the corn on the uplands was waist high and the roses a mob of beauty, Kate threw her arms around Peggy and kissed her over and over again, her whole heart flowing through her lips; and then the judge got his good-by on his wrinkled cheek, and the children on any clean spot which she found on their molasses-covered faces; and then the cavalcade took up its line of march for the boat-landing, Willits going as far as the wharf, where he and Kate had a long talk in low tones, in which he seemed to be doing all the talking and she all the listening--"But nuthin' mo'n jes' a han'shake" (so Todd told St.George), "he lookin' like he wanter eat her up an' she kinder sayin' dat de cake ain't brown 'nough yit fur tastin'-- but one thing I know fo' sho'-- an' dat is she didn't let 'im kiss 'er.

I wuz leadin' his horse pas' whar dey wuz standin', an' de sorrel varmint got cuttin' up an' I kep' him prancin' till Mister Willits couldn't stay wid her no longer.

Drat dat red-haided--" "Stop, Todd--be careful--you mustn't speak that way of Mr.Willits." "Well, Marse George, I won't--but I ain't neber like him f'om de fust.
He ain't quality an' he neber kin be.

How Miss Kate don' stan' him is mo'n I kin tell." Kate drove up to her father's house in state, with Ben as special envoy to see that she and her belongings were properly cared for.