"No one, Fatima—nothing but a cloud of dust made by the wind."
"Look again, Sister Anne. Do you see anybody coming?"
"Oh, Fatima, Fatima. It's growing bigger."
"Dar now," interposed Uncle Billy. "She's seem' som'pin."
"Sister Anne! Sister Anne. And what do; you see?"
"Dust! Dust! I see a horseman in a cloud of dust. Look! Look! He's coming this way." By this time Virgie's acting had taken on so close a resemblance to the real thing that both Mrs. Gary and Uncle Billy rose to their feet in wonder.
"He's jumped the fence," cried Virgie. "He's cutting across our fields! He sees me! He's waving his hat to me!" With the last words the child suddenly jumped down from the bench and ran through the opening in the hedge, leaving her mother gazing after her in sudden consternation.
"Name we Gawd! Miss Hallie," gasped Uncle Billy. "You reckon she done brought somebody, sho' 'nuff? Hi! Hi! I hear sum'-pin. It's a horse. Lan' er Glory! Hits, him!"