guilty that she could dare hope to see him, a Yankee, again. "But
his smile was so pleasant and frank!" she murmured. "Oh, I never
remember to have had such genial, honest, unreserved good-will
looked at me by any one except mammy, and she's so old and wrinkled
that she can't look much of anything. What handsome, kind, dark eyes
he had! Yet they would all say, 'He's a monster!'"

She made her way back in safety until she reached the head of the
stairs, and then came plump upon her aunt. "Where have you been?"
asked Mrs. Baron, sharply.

"After Aun' Jinkey's pipe."

"Horrible! I forbid her smoking in this house."

"I shall permit her to smoke in my room."

"You have no right."

"Very well; then I'll go with her to her cabin."

"My dear sister," said Mrs. Whately, putting her hand on the irate
lady's arm, "I think it will be better to let our niece have her way
in such little things. We must remember that she is no longer a
child."

"I think she is acting like a very perverse and foolish one; but
then rather than have any more scenes"--and looking unutterable
things she passed on down the stairs.