"Tom's always going to." Rand laughed.

"Don't call me 'thir'! Vinie, I'm elected." Vinie set down her pitcher beside a clump of white phlox and wiped her hands on the skirt of her linsey dress.

"Are you going away to Richmond ?" she asked.
"Not until October.

When I do I'll go see the little old house you used to live in, Vinie!" "It's torn down," remarked Vinie soberly.

"Here's Tom now, and--and--" "Adam Gaudylock.