Miss Sally, catching Courtland's eye, showed the whites of her own in a backward glance of mischievous significance to indicate the following Reeds.

When they approached, Courtland joined them, and finding himself beside Miss Octavia entered into conversation.

Apparently the suppressed passion and sardonic melancholy of that dark-eyed young lady spurred him to a lighter, gayer humor even in proportion as Miss Sally's good-natured levity and sunny practicality always made him serious.

They presently fell to the rear with other couples, and were soon quite alone.
A little haughty, but tall and erect in her well-preserved black grenadine dress, which gave her the appearance of a youthful but implacable widow, Miss Reed declared she had not seen the co'nnle for "a coon's age," and certainly had not expected to have the honor of his company as long as there were niggers to be elevated or painted to look like white men.

She hoped that he and paw and Sally Dows were happy! They hadn't yet got so far as to put up a nigger preacher in the place of Mr.Symes, their rector, but she understood that there was some talk of running Hannibal Johnson--Miss Dows' coachman--for county judge next year! No! she had not heard that the co'nnle HIMSELF had thought of running for the office! He might laugh at her as much as he liked--he seemed to be in better spirits than when she first saw him--only she would like to know if it was "No'th'n style" to laugh coming home from church?
Of course if it WAS she would have to adopt it with the Fourteenth Amendment.