“Oh, now, don’t begin like that! I suppose you never told a lie.” “I’m telling the truth now when I say that I do not see why an entire stranger should confess anything to me.” “Oh, my goodness! Well, I told you a lie, anyhow; a great, successful, deplorable lie.” She opened her mouth under the shock of it, and I recited to her unsparingly my deception; during this recital her mouth gradually closed. “Well, I declare, declare, declare!” she slowly and deliciously breathed over the sum total; and she considered me at length, silently, before her words came again, like a soft soliloquy. “I could never have believed it in one who”--here gayety flashed in her eyes suddenly--“parts his back hair so rigidly. Oh, I beg your pardon for being personal!” And her gayety broke in ripples. Some habitual instinct moved me to turn to the looking-glass. “Useless!” she cried, “you can’t see it in that. But it’s perfectly splendid to-day.” Nature has been kind to me in many ways--nay, prodigal; it is not every man who can perceive the humor in a jest of which he is himself the subject. I laughed with her. “I trust that I am forgiven,” I said. “Oh, yes, you are forgiven! Come out, General, and give the gentleman your right paw, and tell him that he is forgiven--if only for the sake of Daddy Ben.” With these latter words she gave me a gracious nod of understanding. They were all thanking me for the kettle-supporter! She probably knew also the tale of John Mayrant, the cards, and the bedside. The curly dog came out, and went through his part very graciously. “I can guess his last name,” I remarked. “General’s? How? Oh, you’ve heard it! I don’t believe in you any more.” “That’s not a bit handsome, after my confession. No, I’m getting to understand South Carolina a little. You came from the ‘up-country,’ you call your dog General; his name is General Hampton!” Her laughter assented. “Tell me some more about South Carolina,” she added with her caressing insinuation. “Well, to begin with--” “Go sit down at your lunch-table first. Aunt Josephine would never tolerate my encouraging gentlemen to talk to me over the counter.” I went back obediently, and then resumed: “Well, what sort of people are those who own the handsome garden behind Mrs. Trevise’s!” “I don’t know them.” “Thank you; that’s all I wanted.” “What do you mean?” “They’re new people. I could tell it from the way you stuck your nose in the air.” “Sir!” “Oh, if you talk about my hair, I can talk about your nose, I think. I suspected that they were: ‘new people’ because they cleaned up their garden immediately after the storm this morning. Now, I’ll tell you something else: the whole South looks down on the whole North.” She made her voice kind. “Do you mind it very much?” I joined in her latent mirth. “It makes life not worth living! But more than this, South Carolina looks down on the whole South.” “Not Virginia.”