She cried herself to sleep." "Chillern cry jes' fer nothin' at all," put in Mammy Chloe.

"Don' you worry, honey! Miss Deb's all right.

I's gwine wake her now, an' wash her face, an' slip on her li'l white dress.

She's gwine be jes' ez peart an' ez happy! My Lawd! Miss Deb jes' gainin' a brother!" "Jacqueline," came Cousin Jane Selden's voice at the door.

"It is almost time." The coach of the day was an ark in capacity, and woman's dress as sheathlike as a candle flame.