"Ump! So dat’s de way de win’ blows! Well, ef she ain’t a Lee sho nuff. She’s got de pride of huh ole gran’dad, en mo’, too. She looked at me ez if she’d lake to kill me. I wondah ef I’ll evah git dat dress now!" She sent Lily to reconnoitre. "Jes’ creep up en see what she’s doin’. De keyhole in huh room is busted, en you kin see de whole room thoo it. Jis’ go en peek. But ef you let huh ketch you, she’ll know who sont you, en she’ll be so mad, I nevah will git dat dress. Den I’ll bust yo’ yallah face open wid de i’nin’ boa’d!" "She ain’t cryin’ nor nothin’!" cried Lily, bursting into the kitchen twenty minutes later. "She’s settin’ in huh rockin’-cheer, wid a open book awn huh lap, en huh eyes is shut en huh lips a-movin’, lake she’s studyin’." "T’ank de Lawd!" observed Calla. "Somehow er odder, Ise gwine git hole ob a fryin’ chicken foh huh. You tell Jake I wants tuh see him dis evenin’. Run, Lily! See who’s dat drivin’ in outen de big road!" "Hit’s de La Granges! De whole kit en bilin’ ob ’em. Dey’s done borried de Barnwells’ double ca’y-all." Fortunately, there were many rocking-chairs at Whitehall, and, although many of them were war veterans, all were pressed into service the day the La Granges came to call. Miss Sue and Miss Sallie Yancey glanced at each other expressively when they saw that even Flower, Mrs. Winfield La Grange, was one of the party. It was the first time that she had ever been openly recognized by the La Grange family, except in name, and no one knew that it was by Moultrie’s express wish that Peachie had asked her to go with them. Thus, indirectly, Carolina was at the bottom of it, after all. Peachie was pretty, but her delicate prettiness was scarcely noticeable when Carolina was in the room. Aunt Angie La Grange, Cousin Élise La Grange, Cousin Rose Manigault, with her little girl Corinne, who had come to play with Gladys and Emmeline Yancey,--all these insisted on claiming kin with Mrs. Winchester and Carolina, and, as Aunt Angie and Cousin Lois had known each other in their girlhood, and had spent much time at Guildford and Sunnymede, it was easy for them to fall into the old way of claiming cousinship, even when a slender excuse was called upon to serve. The conversation was very gay and kindly, but, under cover of its universality, Carolina managed to seat herself next to Flower La Grange, whose pale cheeks and frightened eyes proclaimed how much of a stranger she was to such scenes. When Carolina called her "Cousin Flower," the flush on her face and the look of passionate gratitude in her eyes gave Carolina ample evidence that any kindness she might choose to bestow here would be appreciated beyond reason.