"She ain't got
a thought in her head, but gittin' Miss Hattie an' Bertie educated,
an' keepin' Miss Connie straight, an' carryin' out that fool will of
the Doctor's."
"Jest wait," Uncle Jimpson smilingly insisted, "dat chile can't no
more help 'cumulatin' beaux dan a flower kin bees. An' hits de king
bee dat's comin' dis time, shore!"
CHAPTER XXVI
"Where's Connie? Where's Hat?" cried Miss Lady breathlessly, bringing
her foam-flecked horse to a halt in front of the porch where Mrs. Ivy
was sitting in the twilight. "Don Morley has written a book and it's
going to be published this month!"
"A book!" echoed Mrs. Ivy incredulously, then,
"Ah, my dear, do get off that vicious beast; I haven't had a moment's
peace since Mr. Wicker sent him over!"
Miss Lady slipped to the ground and stood with her arm around Prince's
neck, laughing. The thrill of her long ride, the first one in nearly
two years, still surged through her, and the news just received made
her heart dance for joy. Happiness, in spite of her efforts not to
expect it, was beginning to shine across the troubled waters, a dim
and wavering light as yet, but drawing her toward it with irresistible
fascination.
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