here," and he pointed to a neat, handsome cottage, almost hidden from
view by the dense foliage which surrounded it.

There was a long lawn in front, and into the carriage road on the
right of it Mr. Knight turned, and driving up to a side door; said to
Mary, "Come, jump down, for my foot is so lame I don't believe I'll
get out. But there's your chest. You can't lift that. Hallo, Judith,
come 'ere."

In answer to this call, a fat, pleasant-looking colored woman appeared
in the doorway, and as if fresh from the regions of cookdom, wiped the
drops of perspiration from her round jolly face.

"Here, Judith," said Mr Knight, "help this gal lift her traps out."

Judith complied, and then bidding old Charlotte to "get up," Mr.
Knight drove away, leaving Mary standing by the kitchen door.

"Come in and sit down," said Judith, pushing a chair towards Mary
with her foot. "It's as hot here as oven, but I had crambry sass and
ginger snaps, and massy knows what to make this morning, and I got
belated; but set down and make yourself to home."

Mary took the proffered seat, and then Judith left the room for a few
moments, saying when she returned, that as Mrs. Mason was still
suffering from a headache, she could not see Mary until after dinner.
"And," continued Judith "she told me to entertain you, but I don't
know what to say, nor do first. Harry died just a week to a day before
he was to be married, and so I never had any little girls to talk to.
Can't you think of something to talk about? What have you been used to