The Judge raised his coffee cup. "Virginia, God bless her," he
murmured, and drank it down!

The Flippins moved on presently--the slender mulatto trailing after
them.

"If the Flippins don't send that Daisy back to Washington," Mrs. Paine
remarked, "she'll spoil all the negroes on the place."

Mrs. Beaufort agreed, "I don't know what we are coming to. Did you see
her high heels and tight skirt?"

"Once upon a time," the Judge declaimed, "black wenches like that wore
red handkerchiefs on their heads and went barefoot. But the world
moves, and some day when we have white servants wished on us, we'll
pray to God to send our black ones back."

Calvin was passing things expertly. Randy smiled at Becky as he filled
her plate.

"Hungry?"

"Ravenous."

"You don't look it."

"Don't I?"

"No. You're not a bread and butter sort of person."