13/26 Well, well, I'm coming! Good-bye, little one!" Deb curtsied and Miranda bobbed, the gentlemen touched their hats, black Eli grinned, the horses began to canter, and, the leafy road bending sharply, the party for the Court House passed suddenly from view as though the earth had swallowed them up. "Hit's time you wuz in de schoolroom. An' Lan' o' Goshen! Jes' look at yo' wet shoes! I reckon Mammy Chloe gwine whup me!" Deb considered her stockings and slippers. "There's no school to-day. Uncle Edward says it is the duty of every gentleman to vote against this damned upstart and the Democrat-Republican party. |