Frankfort, and the rest should have a sort of holiday. Ike was a sprightly
negro boy of seventeen, and almost idolized his young mistress Fanny. Long
before "sun up" (a favorite expression in Kentucky for sunrise), he had
filled his basket with strawberries, and just as the first rays of
sunlight streaked the eastern hills, he started on his mission, laden with
numerous messages of love for "sweet Miss Fanny," and a big cranberry pie
from Aunt Judy, who was "sartin the baby wanted some of old Judy’s
jimcracks by this time."

Meantime Julia and Fanny had become tolerably well established both in
school and at Mrs. Crane’s. Julia was perfectly delighted with her new
quarters, for she said "everything was in style, just as it should be,"
and she readily adopted all the "city notions." But poor Fanny was
continually committing some blunder. She would forget to use her napkin,
or persist in using her knife instead of her four-tined silver fork. These
little things annoyed Julia excessively, and numerous were the lectures
given in secret to Fanny, who would laugh merrily at her sister’s distress
and say she really wished her father would dine some day at Mrs. Crane’s
table.

"Heaven forbid that he should!" said Julia. "I should be mortified to
death."

"They would not mind his oddities," said Fanny, "for I overheard Mrs.
Crane telling the exquisitely fashionable Mrs. Carrington that our father
was ’a quizzical old savage, but rich as a nabob, and we should
undoubtedly inherit a hundred thousand dollars apiece.’ And then Mrs.
Carrington said, ’Oh, is it possible? One can afford to patronize them.’
And then she added something else which I think I’ll not tell you."