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Updated: June 14, 2025


Whenevah you looks at yo'se'f an' feels lak you ain' no diff'ent f'om whut you been you tek dat papah out an' look at hit, an' say to yo'se'f, 'Dat means freedom." Carefully, reverently, silently Viney put the paper into her bosom. "Now, de nex' t'ing fu' me to do is to set out to git one dem papahs fu' myse'f.

He scouted the harsh criticisms of Aunt Viney, even while he shrank from proving to her her mistake in the quality of his mysterious visitant. Of course she was a lady far superior to any of her race whom he had yet met. Yet how should he find WHO she was?

Scourgefield, therefore, readily agreed to let Viney and Watchorn do whatever they liked, on condition that he received entrance-money at the gate.

The cart went on along by the garden wall, and round to the back of the house, and here it clattered into a cobble-stoned yard and stopped at the back door. There was no light in any of the windows. Everyone hammered at the door, but no one came. The man who drove the cart said he expected Mrs. Viney had gone home. "You see your train was that late," said he. "But she's got the key," said Mother.

He was not usually bashful, he was no coward; there was nothing in her attitude to make him hesitate to give expression to what he believed was his first real passion. But he could do nothing. He even fancied that his face, turned towards hers, was stiffening into a vacant smile. The young girl rose. "I think I heard Aunt Viney call me," she said constrainedly, and made a hesitating step forward.

She stood very still for a moment, and it was evident from her face, which was flushed and troubled, that a struggle was going on in her mind. Helen do love mother. Mother will whip Viney." I told her that she had better not talk about it any more, but think. She knew that I was much troubled, and would have liked to stay near me; but I thought it best for her to sit by herself.

A forest of stiff little spruces covered the sea point, and behind this was a smooth green field, and above on the crest of the island a small white farm-house. "A man named Viney used to live there," Falkner said, breaking a long silence. "Either he or some one else will take us in."

The only women in the household were an old black cook, and the housekeeper, known as "Viney" a Negro corruption of Lavinia a tall, comely young light mulattress, with a dash of Cherokee blood, which gave her straighter, blacker and more glossy hair than most women of mixed race have, and perhaps a somewhat different temperamental endowment.

Mammy Viney rather enjoyed recounting such remarks, and never took one jot or one tittle from that which she passed along. Doctor Leslie met him at the study door, with outstretched hands. "Now tell me all about this going away scheme," he said; and Roderick told him eagerly, about the brilliant prospects ahead of him, and when he finished there was the implied question in the boy's eyes.

Mother was with him all through it, and that made it a little better than it would have been, but "bad was the best," as Mrs. Viney said. The children sat in the parlour downstairs and heard the sound of the Doctor's boots going backwards and forwards over the bedroom floor. And once or twice there was a groan. "It's horrible," said Bobbie. "Oh, I wish Dr. Forrest would make haste. Oh, poor Jim!"

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