Harvard University -- Fiction; Love stories; Plantations -- Virginia -- Fiction; Youth -- Fiction
“Yes; class of ’67. He left college when the war broke out and served
in the army――the Southern army, you know.” John nodded. “Then after it
was over he came back and finished college. He married three days after
he graduated, but his wife died less than a year later. And he didn’t
marry again until he was nearly forty. Mamma says Margey and I came
mighty near not being born, because she refused my father three times
before she finally gave in.”
“Your father was persevering,” laughed John. “Margey is your sister?
Have you any brothers?”
“No, there’s just Margey and me. Margey is two years older than I.”
“And how old are you?”
“Nineteen last June. I――I reckon you’re a good deal more than that?”
“Twenty-four,” answered John. “I understood from Corliss that your
mother is somewhat of an invalid.”
“Yes, she’s never been right well since I can remember. And since
father died she has been a good deal worse, I fear.”
“I can understand that,” answered John. “And of course the care of such
a big place as――Elaine, is it?――must be hard on her.”
“Well, she doesn’t have much to do with it. Margey has always looked
after things ever since she was big enough. She’s got lots of sense,
has Margey. And then there’s the overseer; he’s been with us for about
twenty years, I reckon.”
“I see.” John felt something cold against his hand and looked down to
find the setter beside him. “Hello, what’s your name?”
“Her name’s Tudor Maid,” answered Phillip. “She’s out of Valley Maid
by Tudor Prince, and one of the finest bird dogs in Virginia. She’s
getting pretty old, though, now; she’s eleven. I just couldn’t bear to
give her up and so I brought her along with me. She’s having a mighty
dull time of it, though, I reckon; aren’t you, girl? I take her out for
walks whenever I can, but somehow I don’t seem to be able to find much
time for walking.”
“Well, what do you say to taking a tramp now?” asked John. “It’s a fine
afternoon and I usually try to get out on Sunday; and it’ll give the
dog a run.”
“I should like to go very much,” answered Phillip eagerly. “That is,
if――if you weren’t going with some one else?”
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