Produced by Al Haines [Frontispiece: "ASK YOUR SISTER," SHE REPLIED. "IT WAS HER PLAN."] LOUISIANA BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT AUTHOR OF "HAWORTH'S," "THAT LASS O' LOWRIE'S," ETC. NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 743 AND 745 BROADWAY 1880 COPYRIGHT BY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT, 1880. (_All rights reserved._) TROW'S PRINTING AND BOOKBINDING Co., 201-213 East 12th St., NEW YORK. CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. LOUISIANA CHAPTER II. WORTH CHAPTER III. "HE IS DIFFERENT" CHAPTER IV. A NEW TYPE CHAPTER V. "I HAVE HURT YOU" CHAPTER VI. THE ROAD TO THE RIGHT CHAPTER VII. "SHE AINT YERE" CHAPTER VIII. "NOTHING HAS HURT YOU" CHAPTER IX. "DON'T YE, LOUISIANNY?" CHAPTER X. THE GREAT WORLD CHAPTER XI. A RUSTY NAIL CHAPTER XII. "MEBBE" CHAPTER XIII. A NEW PLAN CHAPTER XIV. CONFESSIONS CHAPTER XV. "IANTHY!" CHAPTER XVI. "DON'T DO NO ONE A ONJESTICE" CHAPTER XVII. A LEAF CHAPTER XVIII. "HE KNEW THAT I LOVED YOU" LOUISIANA. CHAPTER I. LOUISIANA. Olivia Ferrol leaned back in her chair, her hands folded upon her lap. People passed and repassed her as they promenaded the long "gallery," as it was called; they passed in couples, in trios; they talked with unnecessary loudness, they laughed at their own and each other's jokes; they flirted, they sentimentalized, they criticised each other, but none of them showed any special interest in Olivia Ferrol, nor did Miss Ferrol, on her part, show much interest in them. She had been at Oakvale Springs for two weeks. She was alone, out of her element, and knew nobody. The fact that she was a New Yorker, and had never before been so far South, was rather against her. On her arrival she had been glanced over and commented upon with candor. "She is a Yankee," said the pretty and remarkably youthful-looking mother of an apparently grown-up family from New Orleans. "You can see it." And though the remark was not meant to be exactly severe, Olivia felt that it was very severe, indeed, under existing circumstances. She heard it as she was giving her orders for breakfast to her own particular jet-black and highly excitable waiter, and she felt guilty at once and blushed, hastily taking a sip of ice-water to conceal her confusion. When she went upstairs afterward she wrote a very interesting letter to her brother in New York, and tried to make an analysis of her sentiments for his edification.