"It's time I was walking back to Charlottesville." She rose and stood for a moment in the dusty road below the blackberry bushes, looking toward Fontenoy.

"I don't suppose he asked after Tom and me, Mr.Adam ?" "Why, surely!" protested Adam, with cheerful mendacity.

"He asked after you both particularly.

He said he certainly would like a cup of water from your well." "Did he ?" asked Vinie, and grew pink.

"That water's mighty cold." "I'd like a cup of it myself," said Adam.