You then pluck three hairs from the young lady's right eyebrow when she isn't looking"-- "Yo' can laugh, co'nnle, for yo' 're lucky--because yo' 're free." "I'm not so sure of that," he said gallantly, "for I ought to be riding at this moment over to the Infirmary to visit my Sunday sick.

If being made to pleasantly forget one's time and duty is a sign of witchcraft I am afraid Mammy Judy's enchantments were not confined to only one Southern young lady." The sound of quick footsteps on the gravel path caused them both to look up.

A surly looking young fellow, ostentatiously booted and spurred, and carrying a heavy rawhide riding-whip in his swinging hand, was approaching them.

Deliberately, yet with uneasy self-consciousness, ignoring the presence of Courtland, he nodded abruptly to Miss Reed, ascended the steps, brushed past them both without pausing, and entered the house.
"Is that yo'r manners, Mr.Tom ?" called the young lady after him, a slight flush rising to her sallow cheek.

The young man muttered something from the hall which Courtland did not catch.