His mother and his aunt, he concluded, were doubtless away for their winter's shopping, so lifting his horse's head from the grass, he passed between the marble urns and the clipped box, and followed a path, deep in leaves, which led from the west wing of the house to the outside kitchen beyond a paved square at the back.

Half intelligible words floated to him as he approached, and from an old pear-tree near the door there was a flutter of wings where a brood of white turkeys settled to roost.

Beyond the bole of the tree a small negro in short skirts was "shooin'" a large rooster into the henhouse, but at the muffled fall of Gay's horse's hoofs on the dead leaves, she turned with a choking sound, and fled to the shelter of the kitchen at her back.
"My time's done come, but I ain't-a-gwine! I ain't-a-gwine!" wailed the chorus within.

"Ole marster's done come ter fotch me, but I ain't-a-gwine! O Lawd, I ain't-a-gwine! O Jesus, I ain't-a-gwine!" "You fools, hold your tongues!" stormed the young man, losing his temper.

"Send somebody out here to take my horse or I'll give you something to shout over in earnest." The shrieks trembled high for an instant, and then died out in a despairing moan, while the blanched face of an old servant appeared in the doorway.
"Is hit you er yo' ha'nt, Marse Jonathan ?" he inquired humbly.
"Come here, you doddering idiot, and take my horse." But half reassured the negro came a step or two forward, and made a feeble clutch at the reins, which dropped from his grasp when the roosting turkeys stirred uneasily on the bough above.
"I'se de butler, marster, en I ain never sot foot in de stable sence de days er ole miss." "Where's my mother ?" "Miss Angela, she's done gone up ter town en Miss Kesiah she's done gone erlong wid 'er." "Is the house closed ?" "Naw, suh, hit ain closed, but Miss Molly she's got de keys up yonder at de house er de overseer." "Well, send somebody with a grain of sense out here, and I'll look up Miss Molly." At this the butler vanished promptly into the kitchen, and a minute later a half-grown mulatto boy relieved Gay of his horse, while he pointed to a path through an old apple orchard that led to the cottage of the overseer.