The man, a tall fellow, not unlike Moreton physically, looked down at this pleasing apparition, and for want of better response, said: "What day?" "Thet air day 'at hit rained so, an' ye tuck dinner, an' staid all day. Don't ye 'member?" "Can't recollect you, sis: seems like I ought to though, by George. What's your name?" He took hold of the brim of her coarse hat and lifting it a little peeped under at her face, now suddenly pink with blushing. "Ye know--I'm Mr. White's girl, up ther' wher' ye fotch the turkeys thet air rainy day." "Oh, yes, I do recollect mighty well now, certainly. I fetched the turkeys, yes. You are White's girl. I'm real glad to see you. How's the folks?" said he, glibly. "We're all well," responded Milly. "I wushed to ax ye ef ye've seed John Reynolds lately." "John Reynolds--John Reynolds, which John Reynolds do you mean?" he inquired, with a show of having a dozen men of that name in his mind. "Hit air Colonel Reynolds, es pap calls 'im, an' he lives at our house, an' ye know ye said he wer' yer bes' frien' an' 'at he wer' a grand feller. Don't ye 'member? Well, I wush to see him." "Any thing of a furious rush about seeing him right off--eh?" He stooped low enough to look into her strange beautiful eyes. "What do you want to see him about?" She shrank uneasily and made no answer. Her pink lips quivered slightly, as a flower's petals do when one breathes upon them. The man's breath was foul with the fumes of whisky. "Oh, if it's private--if it's a secret between you," he resumed, "why, of course, I don't intend to pry in; but as Reynolds and I are chums, I don't see why you won't tell me." "I wushed to see 'im, that's all," she responded in a plaintive, hesitating voice, putting a finger in her mouth and scraping the toe of one coarse shoe back and forth on the ground. "Oh, I guess that he's rather keeping sort o' shady from you, just now," said the man with a brutal smile. "He's got him another girl now, he's not caring about seeing you very soon. I know what he's up to." She shot a quick, almost wild look into his face, stared at him a moment and then slowly inquired: "What air yer name?" He actually reddened with confusion, and was at a loss what to answer. He saw that she had discovered his deceit. "I was just joking," he managed to say. "Never mind my jokes. If you'll come with me I'll take you to Reynolds. He's just down here a little ways. Come on, I'll show you." "Ye'r' not thet man--ye'r'----" "Oh, that's nothing: I was just fooling with you. Don't get mad. If you get mad you'll not have any luck. Come on if you want to see Reynolds." Her eyes had assumed a vague, distressed look and her lips quivered again. "I wush ye'd go tell 'im 'at I wush he'd come on home," she said, glancing uneasily around, as if afraid that some one would approach.