“Yes. All tourists go there.”
“Well, well, well! Them as lives the longest, sez I, sees the most, sez I. But little did I think as I should live to see any of my neighbors going to visit ’Rundel Cassil!”
“We will bring you a guidebook with illustrations, descriptive of the castle, and some relics and curiosities of the place. They are to be had, I think.”
“Do, my child! I should prize ’em above everything. And now, Miss Wynnette, you take a ole ’oman’s advice. Them as follows my advice, sez I, never comes to no harm, sez I. Mind that, honey.”
“All right, Miss Sibby; fire away!—I mean proceed with your good counsel.”
“Well, then, honey, I ain’t been that blind but I could see what was a-goin’ on between a certain young gentleman and a certain young lady.”
Wynnette tacitly pleaded guilty by a deep blush.
“Now, honey, don’t you take it anyways amiss what I am a-gwine to say. You’re gwine off to furrin parts. Now, honey, don’t you let any of them there furrin colonels and counts and things fashionate you away from you own dear sweetheart. He’s a good, true man, is Sam Grandiere, and a ole neighbor’s son. Now you take my advice and be true to him, as he is sure to be true to you. Them as breaks faith, sez I, is sure to pay for it, sez I. There, now, I won’t say no more. When you’ve said all you’ve got to say, sez I, it is time to stop, sez I.”
Mrs. Force now arose to take leave.
All her party kissed Miss Sibby good-by.