"But you can't keep up this gait always.

You know some day you might come upon this Mr.Corbin." "He'd better not cross my path," she said passionately.
"I've heard girls talk like that about a man and then get just green and yellow after him," said Miss Sally critically.

"But goodness me! speaking of meeting people reminds me I clean forgot to stop at the stage office and see about bringing over the new overseer.

Lucky I met you, Jule! Good-by, dear.

Come in to-night, and we'll all go to the party together." And with a little nod she ran off before her indignant cousin could frame a suitably crushing reply to her Parthian insinuation.
But at the stage office Miss Sally only wrote a few lines on a card, put it in an envelope, which she addressed to Mr.Joseph Corbin, and then seating herself with easy carelessness on a long packing-box, languidly summoned the proprietor.
"You're always on hand yourself at Kirby station when the kyars come in to bring passengers to Pineville, Mr.Sledge ?" "Yes, Miss." "Yo' haven't brought any strangers over lately ?" "Well, last week Squire Farnham of Green Ridge--if he kin be called a stranger--as used to live in the very house yo father"-- "Yes, I know," said Miss Sally, impatiently, "but if an ENTIRE stranger comes to take a seat for Pineville, you ask him if that's his name," handing the letter, "and give it to him if it is.