As she reached the porch he said in an undertone: "I brought my horse and buggy.

I thought you might possibly allow me to drive"-- But he was stopped by a distressful knitting of her golden brows.

"No," she said quickly, but firmly, "you must not--it won't do." As Courtland hesitated in momentary perplexity, she smiled sweetly: "We'll walk round by the cemetery, if you like; it will take about as long as a drive." Courtland vanished, gave hurried instructions and a dollar to a lounging negro, and rejoined Miss Sally as the delighted and proud freedman drove out of the gate.

Miss Sally heaved a slight sigh as the gallant equipage passed.

"It was a mighty pooty turnout, co'nnle, and I'd have just admired to go, but it would have been rather hard on the other folks.