_Ennui_ was turned into capital; every headache was interpreted a premonition of ague; and when the native exuberance of a flock of ladies without a want or a care burst out in laughter in the father's face, they spread their French eyes, rolled up their little hands, and with rigid wrists and mock vehmence vowed and vowed again that they only laughed at their misery, and should pine to death unless they could move to the sweet city.

"Oh! the theatre! Oh! Orleans Street! Oh! the masquerade! the Place d'Armes! the ball!" and they would call upon Heaven with French irreverence, and fall into each other's arms, and whirl down the hall singing a waltz, end with a grand collision and fall, and, their eyes streaming merriment, lay the blame on the slippery floor, that would some day be the death of the whole seven.
Three times more the fond father, thus goaded, managed, by accident,--business accident,--to see old Charlie and increase his offer; but in vain.

He finally went to him formally.
"Eh ?" said the deaf and distant relative.

"For what you want him, eh?
Why you don't stay where you halways be 'appy?
Dis is a blame old rat-hole,--good for old Injin Charlie,--da's all.

Why you don't stay where you be halways 'appy?
Why you don't buy somewheres else ?" "That's none of yonr business," snapped the planter.