MONTICELLO The house, a low frame one, stood back from the road, in a tangle of old, old flowering shrubs.

Rand drew rein before the broken gate, and a young woman in a linsey gown rose from the porch step and came down the narrow path toward him.

She carried an earthenware pitcher and cup.
"It's water just from the well," she said, "fresh and cool.

Won't you have some ?" "Yes, I will," answered Rand.

"Vinie, why don't you mend that gate ?" "I don't know, thir," said Vinie.