What sprightly _conversazioni_ in our rooms at night!--young girls _will_ become confidential and eloquent with each other at night, however reserved and quiet during the day. Late in the night these talks continued, with puns and laughter, until checked by a certain young gentleman, now a minister, who was wont to bring out his flute in the flower-garden under our windows, and give himself up for an hour or more to the most sentimental and touching strains, thus breaking in upon sprightly remarks and repartees, some of which are remembered to this day. A characteristic conversation ran thus: "Girls!" said one, "would it not be charming if we could all take a trip together to Niagara?" "Well, why could we not?" was the response. "Oh!" replied another, "the idea of us poor Virginia girls taking a trip!" "Indeed," said one of the Grove Hill girls, "it would be impossible. For here are we on this immense estate,--four thousand acres, two large, handsome residences, and three hundred negroes,--regarded as wealthy, and yet, to save our lives, we could not raise money enough for a trip to New York!" "Nor get a silk-velvet cloak!" said her sister, laughing. "Yes," replied the other. "Girls! I have been longing and longing for a silk-velvet cloak, but never could get the money to buy one. But last Sunday, at the village church, what should I see but one of the Joneses sweeping in with a long velvet cloak almost touching the floor! And you could set her father's house in our back hall! But, then, she is so fortunate as to own no negroes." "What a happy girl she must be!" cried a chorus of voices. "No negroes to support! We could go to New York and Niagara, and have velvet cloaks, too, if we only had no negroes to support! But all _our_ money goes to provide for them as soon as the crops are sold!" "Yes," said one of the Grove Hill girls; "here is our large house without an article of modern furniture. The parlor curtains are one hundred years old, the old-fashioned mirrors and recess tables one hundred years old, and we long in vain for money to buy something new." "Well!" said one of the sprightliest girls, "we can get up some of our old diamond rings or breastpins which some of us have inherited, and travel on appearances! We have no modern clothes, but the old rings will make us look rich! And a party of _poor, rich Virginians_ will attract the commiseration and consideration of the world when it is known that for generations we have not been able to leave our plantations!" After these conversations we would fall asleep, and sleep profoundly, until aroused next morning by an army of servants polishing the hall floors, waxing and rubbing them with a long-handled brush weighted by an oven lid. This made the floor like a "sea of glass," and dangerous to walk upon immediately after the polishing process, being especially disastrous to small children, who were continually slipping and falling before breakfast.