Your--COUSIN--will give you the counsel of race--and--closer ties." To his infinite astonishment, Miss Sally leaned forward in her chair and buried her laughing face in both of her hands.

When her dimples had become again visible, she said with an effort, "Don't yo' think, co'nnle, that as a peacemaker my cousin was even a bigger failure than yo'self ?" "I don't understand," stammered Courtland.
"Don't yo' think," she continued, wiping her eyes demurely, "that if a young woman about my size, who had got perfectly tired and sick of all this fuss made about yo', because yo' were a No'th'n man, managing niggers--if that young woman wanted to show her people what sort of a radical and abolitionist a SO'TH'N man of their own sort might become, she'd have sent for Jack Dumont as a sample?
Eh?
Only, I declare to goodness, I never reckoned that he and Higbee would revive the tomfooling of the vendetta, and take to shootin' each other at once." "And your sending for your cousin was only a feint to protect me ?" said Courtland faintly.
"Perhaps he didn't have to be SENT for, co'nnle," she said, with a slight touch of coquetry.

"Suppose we say, I LET HIM COME.

He'd be hanging round, for he has property here, and wanted to get me to take it up with mine in the company.

I knew what his new views and ideas were, and I thought I'd better consult Champney--who, being a foreigner, and an older resident than yo', was quite neutral.