She called them niggers--as only a Southerner may, and they called her "Mis' Sally" and were her most devoted and obedient servants.
Much of this Sylvia was to learn later; but just now, as Mrs.Owen sat in the cool window-seat, it was enough for Sylvia to be there, in the company of the first woman--so it seemed to her--she had ever known, except Irish Mary at home.

The wives of the professors in Buckeye Lane were not like this; no one was ever like this, she was sure! "We shall be having luncheon at half-past twelve, and my grandniece Marian will be here.

Marian is the daughter of my niece, Mrs.Morton Bassett, who lives at Fraserville.

Marian comes to town pretty often and I've asked her down to-day particularly to meet you." "I'm sure that is very kind," murmured Sylvia, though she would have been perfectly happy if just she and her grandfather had been left alone with Mrs.Owen.
"There's the bell; that must be Marian now," said Mrs.Owen a moment later, and vanished in her quick fashion.

Then the door opened again instantly and she returned to the room smiling.
"What _is_ your name, dear ?" Mrs.Owen demanded.