“You’d better study United States history.”
“What for?”
The question puzzled Lee, her eagle being yet in the shell. She replied rather lamely, “Well, Southern history, because my mother says we are descended from the English, and some French. It’s the last makes us creoles.”
“Oh! I’ll ask father.”
“Is he a lord?” asked Lee, with deep curiosity.
“No.”
The boy answered so abruptly that Lee stood still and stared at him. He had set his lips tightly; it would almost seem he feared something might leap from them.
“Oh—h—h! Your father has forbidden you to tell.”
The clumsy male looked helplessly at the astute female. “He isn’t a lord,” he asserted doggedly.
“You aren’t telling me all, though.”