“Ain’t noffin’ ter dat, suh, but to keep him out’n de water. I ’members ole Col’nel Colfax, suh, he done had dat horse, Pole Star, son ob de ole Black Star, suh, dat won all dem races. Mighty fine horse! De col’nel couldn’t ride dat horse ’less dere was a drought. Sho! He sen’ him down to de races every year. I reckon dat horse wins more races den any odder horse in dis country, yessuh! Yo’ ’member old Judge Berrien?” Plato began to shake with reminiscent laughter. “Yessuh, dat ole man mighty mean to Col’nel Colfax. Yessuh, he comes up to dinner one night, an’ he wants to ride home. He was allus borrowin’ horses, an’ he mighty slow ’bout returnin’ ’em. Didn’t never own no horse, but he was allus ridin’. De col’nel, he fuss ’bout a bit, den he calls out loud: ‘Heah, yo’, August!’ August was de col’nel’s groom. ‘Yo’, August, bring ’round Pole Star!’ It had been rainin’ in de mornin’ an’ de creek was all up to de bridge. De judge, he mighty pleased to ride Pole Star. He ain’t been gone long befo’ de col’nel, he say: ‘August, yo’ go down to de creek. I reckon de judge wants to return dat horse.’ August, he went,” Plato chuckled. “Pole Star, he was rollin’ in dat creek, suh. August, he say he look ’round, don’ see noffin’, den he see de judge. Fo’ de Lawd, suh, August, he declar’ he done thought it was one ob dese yere doodle-bugs jus’ up outen de groun’ wid its legs all mud. De judge, he got in de water an’ den he got in de mud. He say: ‘Yo’ take dat damned horse back to Col’nel Colfax, an’ yo’ tell him I ain’t ridin’ no porpuses!’” The colonel laughed. “Plato,” he said, “I don’t think I’ll buy Job Wills’s horse for Miss Jinny--not after that!” Plato wagged his head. “I done tole Mirandy dat I was sho’ yo’ won’t buy no sech horse, suh.” Then, as he finally took up the tray, he added: “Miss Jinny say to tell yo’-all she done ask Mist’ Dan’l Carter to dinner, suh.” The colonel looked at his watch. “I didn’t know it was so late, Plato. Where’s Miss Virginia?” “She an’ Mist’ Dan’l in de parlor, suh. Miss Jinny, she been playin’ fo’ him. She step out an’ tell me to tell yo’ she ask him to dinner.” “You get out a bottle of the old Burgundy, Plato,” said the colonel, and then added hastily: “Oh, no, I forgot--he doesn’t drink anything but water. But, all the same, I like Mr. Daniel.” “Yessuh,” said Plato. “Mighty good lawyer. I done heah Judge Jessup say he wouldn’t wonder if Mist’ Dan’l git to be Pres’dent United States hisself!” The colonel laughed. Then he rose slowly to his full height, ran his fingers through his white hair, and started for the house. He was going in to see Daniel. He liked to talk to him. But, as he entered the wide, old hall, he heard the soft strains of Virginia’s music. He stopped involuntarily to listen. She was playing an old tune, a love-song that the colonel loved. Virginia’s grandmother had played it to him.