And a nigger driver.

But what's the use of planning anything?
Afore that time comes we'll have run you up a house on the hill, and you shall pick out the spot.

It wouldn't take long--unless you preferred brick.

I suppose we could get brick over from La Grange, if you cared for it, but it would take longer.

If you could put up for a time with something of stained glass and a mahogany veranda--" In spite of her cold indignation, and the fact that she could understand only a part of Mattingly's speech, Christie comprehended enough to make her lift her clear eyes to the speaker, as she replied freezingly that she feared she would not trouble them long with her company.
"Oh, you'll get over that," responded Mattingly, with an exasperating confidence that drove her nearly frantic, from the manifest kindliness of intent that made it impossible for her to resent it.