"A COON HUNT" The morning after the arrival of the rest of the bridal party, Betty was out of bed at the first sound of any one stirring in the servants' quarters.

She and Lloyd had given up their rooms to the new guests, and moved back into the sewing-room together.

Now in order not to awaken Lloyd she tiptoed out to the little vine-covered balcony, through the window that opened into it from the sewing-room.

She was in her nightgown, for she could not wait to dress, when she was so eager to find out what kind of a day Eugenia was to have for her wedding.
Not a cloud was in sight.

It was as perfect as only a June morning can be, in Kentucky.