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I think we'll start let's see: this is the sixth of August, isn't it? Well, look and see, if you don't know, stupid. The tenth? My goodness, where has the time gone, anyway? Well? we'll start sometime between the eleventh and the twelfth." "Of dis monf, Miss Bev'ly?" "No; September. I want you to look up a timetable for me to-day. We must see about the trains."
"Good Lawd wha what fo' Miss Bev'ly " "Sh! Don't call me Miss Bev'ly. Now, just you pay 'tention to me and I'll tell you something queer. Get my revolver right away, and don't let those men see what you are doing." While Aunt Fanny's trembling fingers went in search of the firearm, Beverly outlined the situation briefly but explicitly. The old woman was not slow to understand.
Yo' go on an' do fo' 'em jes' lahk Ah was yeh. An' young Mahstah Cap'n Bev'ly, he's Little Miss's engaged-to-mahy genaman, he sais, 'Clem, ef Ah doan' neveh come back, Ah pray an' entrus' yo'-all t' cyah fo' Miss Kate an' huh Maw jes lahk Ah was yeh on th' spot. An Ah said, 'Yes, seh, an' they ain't neithah one a' them eveh did come back.
"We soon be dar, Miss Bev'ly; jes' yo' mak' up yo' mine to res' easy-like, an' we " but the faithful old colored woman's advice was lost in the wrathful exclamation that accompanied another dislodgment of bags and boxes. The wheels of the coach had dropped suddenly into a deep rut. Aunt Fanny's growls were scarcely more potent than poor Miss Beverly's moans.
As he turned the corner of the house he was welcomed by a most jubilant neigh, and the next second had reached the steaming Apache, and exclaiming: "Ma Lawd-Gawd-A'mighty, what done happen! Is dat yo', Miss Bev'ly? Baby! Honey! Is yo' daid?" for a rigid, unconscious little figure was leaning forward with her arms clasped tightly around the panting horse's neck.
"Dey's on'y one leavin' heah daily, an' hit goes at six in de mo'nin'. One train a day! Ain' 'at scan'lous?" "I'm sure, Aunt Fanny, it is their business not ours," said Beverly severely. "P'raps dey mought be runnin' a excuhsion 'roun' 'baout Septembeh, Miss Bev'ly," speculated Aunt Fanny consolingly. "Dey gen'ly has 'em in Septembeh." "You old goose," cried Beverly, in spite of herself.
Mahstah Cunnel he daid by th' hand o' yo' Nawthen President at th' battle a' Seven Pines, an' Mahstah Cap'n Bev'ly Glentwo'th yo' ole Mahstah Gen'al She'dan shoot him all t' pieces in his chest one day.
"Lor' Miss Bev'ly, you done scare Jumbo an' me foolish," he exclaimed, striving to bring Jumbo down to his usual easy pace, for the tall hack had resented the little broncho's familiarity, though he could not know that his own grandsire and Apache's were the same. "Jefferson, will you do something to please me this afternoon?" she asked eagerly.
I couldn't eat them in a year and real, sure-enough bets mean something better than suckers." "Wall, Miss Bev'ly, I aint rightly knowin' what kind o' lollypops is in them boxes, most times folks jist helps theirselves an' I don't pay no 'tention ter the brand. It's all candy, I reckon," answered the shop keeper, drawing two or three boxes from his case and placing them upon his counter.
And I'm not sure that he can do it, either. He's too disgustingly poor." "Wha's became o' dat Misteh Baldos, Miss Bev'ly?" asked Aunt Fanny in the midst of these sorry cogitations. "Has he tuck hit int' his haid to desert us fo' good? Seems to me he'd oughteh " "Now, that will do, Aunt Fanny," reprimanded her mistress sternly. "You are not supposed to know anything about affairs of state.
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