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Anything that would keep them from thinking of where they were and what had happened was to be welcomed. "Val" he could hear her move uneasily "remember that old saying: 'Pieces of eight Ralestones' fate?" "All good families have curses," he reminded her. "And good families can have can have accidents, too." There could be no answer to that. Nor did Val feel like answering.
"If you mean the Ralestones, why, we got here last night," Val answered. "Yo'all is Mistuh Ralestone, suh?" He took off his wide-brimmed straw hat and twisted it in his oversized hands. "I'm Valerius Ralestone. My brother Rupert is the owner." "Well, Mistuh Ralestone, suh, I'se yo'all's fahmah from 'cross wata. Mistuh LeFleah, he says dat yo'all is come to live heah agin.
She read aloud slowly: "'This Room Was Occupied by General Andrew Jackson, the Victor of the Battle of New Orleans, upon the Tenth Day after the Battle." "Whew! 'Old Hickory' here! But I thought that the Ralestones were more or less under a cloud at that time," commented Val. "History " "In the making. Quite so. Now may I suggest that we find some slumber rooms slightly more modern?
"The Ralestones have been luckless too long. And now suppose we take possession of this commodious mansion. I suggest that we get settled as soon as possible. I don't like the looks of the western sky. We're probably going to have a storm." "What about the car?" Val asked as his brother turned to go. "Harrison used the old carriage house as a garage. I'll run it in there.
And then Ricky had started for Charity's while he had gone down to the bayou where he met Jeems. That was it. Jeems! When Ricky had hinted that he knew more of the swamp than the Ralestones did, why had he been so quick to resent that remark? Could it be because he understood her to mean that he knew more of Pirate's Haven than they did?
"Not here then," he said slowly to himself as he slipped the papers back into the envelope. "Mr. Valerius," he looked up at the boy very seriously, "the LeFleurs have served the Ralestones, acting as their men of business, for over a hundred years. We owe your family a great debt.
But the saddle horse was rented at times to white folk of whom Sam approved. Soon after the arrival of the Ralestones at Pirate's Haven, Sam had brought this four-footed prodigy to their attention. But claiming that the family were his "folks," he indignantly refused to accept hire and was hurt if one of them did not ride at least once a day.
In the center a tall tree shaded the flower bed at its foot and threw shadows upon the first of the steps leading to the upper floors. The Ralestones frankly stared about them. This was the first house of the French Quarter they had seen, although their name might have admitted them to several closely guarded Creole strongholds. LeFleur's house followed a pattern common to the old city.
And the thing in the Long Hall last night had known of some exit in the wall that the Ralestones did not know of. It had faded into the base of the staircase. And yet, when Val had gone over the paneling there inch by inch, he had gained nothing but sore finger tips. He tucked his shirt under his belt and looked down to see if Sam Junior had polished his boots as Lucy had ordered her son to do.
"I would suggest some soap and water, several brooms, and some dusting cloths if we're going to do it right. Better make a regular house-cleaning party of it." "Goodness, what have I strayed into?" Charity Biglow stood in the lower hall staring at the younger Ralestones as they came through from the kitchen. They had both changed into their oldest and least respectable clothes.
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