"I likes you just lots, gran'fathah!" He watched her scramble through the hole in the fence.
Then he turned his horse's head slowly homeward.
A scrap of white lying on the grass attracted his attention as he neared the gate.
"It's the lost sunbonnet," he said, with a smile.

He carried it into the house, and hung it on the hat-rack in the wide front hall.
"Ole marse is crosser'n two sticks," growled Walker to the cook at dinner.

"There ain't no livin' with him.

What do you s'pose is the mattah ?".