"You understand me, do you not? Tell me if I make my point sufficiently clear. I propose to corner turpentine, not for the purpose of raising the price, but to take the orchard stuff completely off the market until we have forced the public to give wood turpentine a trial. It has been demonstrated in every department that the patented product will do the work of the orchard, not only just as well, but in some cases, as that of paint, it actually holds the colour better. "If you are still interested, let me know and I will explain my developed plan. Meanwhile I welcome suggestions from you, or any of your interested parties. "With devoted love to all in your dear house, I am, Always affectionately yours, "CAROLINA LEE." CHAPTER XVII. IN THE BARNWELLS’ CARRYALL Aunt Angie La Grange descended from the Barnwells’ carryall in front of the station platform at Enterprise, and tapped on the window of the telegraph-agent’s box. "How late is the train from Savannah, Barney, son?" Mr. Mazyck sauntered out. "Only about three hours to-day, Aunt Angie. Expecting the folks?" "Only Peachie. Mrs. Winchester and Carolina went on down to Jacksonville on business. Did you ever see such a girl?" "I never did. She scares me ’most to death. I’d like to marry her, Aunt Angie, but what could I--what could any man do with such a wife?" "She’d make any man rich. Moultrie says she goes so far ahead of him in her ideas of business, he can’t even keep her in sight." "Oh, any man has got to make up his mind to take her dust!" laughed Barnwell. "Are you in earnest about marrying her, Barney?" "Of cou’se I am! Aren’t all the boys? Isn’t Moultrie?" A shade darkened Aunt Angie’s face. "You know, son, that Moultrie will never marry unless--" "Exactly! Unless! Well, there’s a heap of unlesses which may he’p him to change his mind. And maybe Miss Carolina is one of them." "I’d be proud to have him win her, but, as you say, all the boys are in love with her, here and in Charleston, and now she has been to Savannah, I suppose they will follow suit, and--" "Poor Jacksonville!" sighed Barnwell. Mrs. La Grange laughed. "We haven’t had such a belle in South Carolina in many years," she said. "Before the war--" and she sighed. Barney laughed unfeelingly, and Mrs. La Grange continued: "How about Araby, son? Are you going to sell her to Carolina?" "Indeed I am not, Aunt Angie. I’d give her to Miss Carolina before I’d sell her to anybody else; but, to tell you the truth, I’d about die if I had to part with that mare! She’s human. Sound as a dollar and not a trick of any kind. That nigger horse-trainer is a magician with animals. I’m blest if I don’t believe he’ll teach Araby to talk before he quits. And she whinnies if she even passes him in a crowd." "Carolina wants her worse than anything in the world."