This time it was the ribbon that tied Lloyd's hair, a big bow of turquoise taffeta, knotted becomingly at the back of her neck.

Lloyd, unconscious of the glance, had turned to speak to Miles Bradford, to answer his question about Sylvia Gibbs's wedding.
"Yes, it really is to take place to-night in the colohed church.

M'haley was heah befoah we were awake, to get the dress and to repeat the invitation for the whole family to attend.

There are evah so many white folks invited, M'haley says.

All the Waltons and MacIntyres, of co'se, because Miss Allison is their patron saint, and they swear by her, and all the families for whom Sylvia has washed." "It is extremely fortunate for those of us who are going away so soon that she set the date as early as to-night," said Doctor Bradford.
"Twenty-four hours later would have cut us out." Phil interrupted him.