Oh, I know--Uncle Dick is a just man! He does what he thinks is the just thing.

Deb shall go visit her sister--every now and then! And all that Uncle Henry left Jacqueline goes with her--there are slaves and furniture and plate, and she has money, too.
The Rands don't usually marry so well--There! I, too, am bitter! But Uncle Dick swears that he will never see Jacqueline again--and all the Churchills keep their word.

Oh, family quarrels! Deb's coming back to Fontenoy to-morrow--poor little chick! Aunt Nancy's got to have those mourning scarfs taken away before she comes!" Miss Dandridge descended the porch steps to the waiting coach.

The younger Cary handed her in with great care of her flowers and gauzy draperies, and great reluctance in relinquishing her hand.

"I may come too ?" he asked, "just as far as the old Greenwood road?
I hate to see you go alone." "Oh, yes, yes!" answered Miss Dandridge absently, and, sinking into a corner, regarded through the window the July morning.