And--Mr.Sledge--it's nobody's business but--yours and mine." "I understand, Miss Sally," with a slow, paternal, tolerating wink.
"He'll get it, and nobody else, sure." "Thank you; I hope Mrs.Sledge is getting round again." "Pow'fully, Miss Sally." Having thus, as she hoped, stopped the arrival of the unhappy Corbin, Miss Sally returned home to consider the best means of finally disposing of him.

She had insisted upon his stopping at Kirby and holding no communication with the Jeffcourts until he heard from her, and had strongly pointed out the hopeless infelicity of his plan.

She dare not tell her Aunt Miranda, knowing that she would be too happy to precipitate an interview that would terminate disastrously to both the Jeffcourts and Corbin.

She might have to take her father into her confidence,--a dreadful contingency.
She was dressed for the evening party, which was provincially early; indeed, it was scarcely past nine o'clock when she had finished her toilet, when there came a rap at her door.

It was one of Mammy Judy's children.
"Dey is a gemplum, Miss Sally." "Yes, yes," said Miss Sally, impatiently, thinking only of her escort.
"I'll be there in a minute.