The times., 1890-12-26

looked over her spectacles with an air OF
grave rebuke at the flushed face Of the
child coming up the steps.
"Tm bound you ain made nothin' by
, yo' trip but two shoefuls o. sand, she
said, severely.
For answer, Missy sat down on the
floor, threw her bonnet into corner,
and pulling off her shoes, emptied two
little piles of sand at Glory-Ann's feet.
"You gwan 'pent Of all dis trapesin'
in de brilin' sun, one o. desc days." Glory
Ann proceeded remorselessly. "De way
you goes on is enough ter set dem freck-
les fur ever N ever"
Missy put up her little sunburned hand
and meditatively rubbed her cheek.
"My cousin Flora has got freckles-
some," she said.
"None ter hu't!" retorted Glory Ann.
"And Dosia Furnjval amt got one;
she's prettier than my cousin Flora, any
how" Missy proclaimed, with defiance.
Glory-Ann stopped her work, and
clutching the two ends Of the lap board
while she Strengthened herself up, de-
manded:
"Is you been ter dem Furnieals, Missy?
Is you been?'
Daddy Gilbert wouldn't let me-"
Missy pouted.
"Tubbe sho, said Glory-Ann. whats
Thorne gotter do consortin' wild Fur
nival. which % Thornes is quality?"
"Dosie is more nicer than my cousin
Flora," said the unrepentant Missy,
stretching herself out on the floor, face
downwards, resting on her elbows and
supporting her chin in her hands, as she
gazsd up serenely at her admonisher.
''She don't snap me up, ever"
"Fd lax ter see her try hitr' cried
Glory-Ann, her very turban bristling
with insulted family pride. "Miss Flora
is Thorne, en- Thorne kin snap at a
Thorne; but a Furnival-po' white trashr'
And Glory-Ann made an emphatic pleat
in Miss Elvira's ruffle. Don't lemme
hear no mo- sech talk" she commanded,
with all the authority vested in her title
of Nom Bee. Then she lifted up her
voice and called sharply: "Amityl you
trifiin' gal, come here stret, en- put on
dis chile's shoes"
Amity, girl of fifteen, in training for
Miss Winifred's maid, was seated in the
shadow of the Chinaberry tree, beguil-
ing the tedium of towel hemming by
building sand houses over her feet. She
started guiltily when she heard herself
called, tumbled off the upturned cotton
basket that served her for stool and
darted to the gallery, where she set her.
self at once to obey Glory-Ann's behest.
Missy offered no resistance: but as she
did not choose to change her position, it
was work Of some dexterity and no
little time to put on the shoes and lace
them up; at Thorne Hill, however slime
was plenty" as old Gilbert used to say,
and .Amity was in no mind to hurry.
"I'm gwan on SO year," pursued Nom
Bee, boastfully, SEN has alters blonged
in dc Thorne family. Iwuz bawn in de
family, wuz raiZed in de family, en-
praise de Lawd, 'spects ter die in de
family. You is bound ter pay respec' ter
my words, Missy, fur you en- Mawse
Nick ain de only ones has fotch up. /
had ham in Missle-virey's raisin', en-
dere aim nobody kin fault her manners.
En- Missel-virey, she knows what q
Thorne doan b'long long of Furnival,
en- a Furnival doan b'long long Thorne.
Hukkom you ain patternin' after Missel-
virey?' And Glory Ann looked at her
charge over her spectacles with stern, re-
buking eyes.
Missy, freeing herself with jerk from
the hands of Amity, wheeled over, and
sat bolt upright, inspired by sudden
and comforting recollection.
''Mom Bee! whey is that ginger pone:"
she demanded.