"Wa-al, yes," he said; "but she aint yere, Louisianny aint."
Miss Ferrol gave a little start, and immediately made an effort to appear entirely at ease.
"Did you say," asked Ferrol, "that your daughter's name was——"
"Louisianny," promptly. "I come from thar."
Louisiana got up and walked to the opposite end of the porch.
"The storm will be upon us in a few minutes," she said. "It is beginning to rain now. Come and look at this cloud driving over the mountain-top."
Ferrol rose and went to her. He stood for a moment looking at the cloud, but plainly not thinking of it.
"His daughter's name is Louisiana," he said, in an undertone. "Louisiana! Isn't that delicious?"
Suddenly, even as he spoke, a new idea occurred to him.
"Why," he exclaimed, "your name is Louise, isn't it? I think Olivia said so."