“I’m afraid not.”
The young woman laughed again, and tossed her head.
“Oh, reckon ye will—ah, ha! But yer mustn’t mind my fun.”
“Not at all, not at all. Where did you come from?”
“Up here to ——; g’wine hum; g’wine to stop down here, next deeper. How do you go, w’en you get to Charleston?”
“I am going on to New Orleans.”
“Is New York beyond New Orleans?”
“Beyond New Orleans? Oh, no.”
“In New Orleans, is’t?
“What?”