But no matter.

Stopping here, gentlemen--stopping at the Southern ?" In shaping their reply in their minds, the title "Mr." had a place in it; but when their turn had arrived to speak, the title "Colonel" came from their lips instead.
They said yes, they were abiding at the Southern, and thought it a very good house.
"Yes, yes, the Southern is fair.

I myself go to the Planter's, old, aristocratic house.

We Southern gentlemen don't change our ways, you know.

I always make it my home there when I run down from Hawkeye--my plantation is in Hawkeye, a little up in the country.