“I will put on my new dress, I want George to see it anyhow, and I can take it off after dinner if nobody comes.”
“I speck you better.”
After the mistress of the house had resumed her seat on the porch, having arrayed herself in her pretty calico frock, Matt called out: “Miss Jule, who is dat comin’ ’roun’ de fiel’ on dat big white hoss?”
“It looks like Capt. Brown, on old Roy,” said Mrs. Parks.
“Yes’m, hit do, but he woul’n’t be comin’ here fur dinner, ’ceptin’ Miss Jane’s erway,” declared Matt.
Sure enough, it was Capt. Brown, and he rode up to the front gate.
“The tip of the day to you, Mrs. Parks!” said the gallant fellow, lifting his hat.
“Good morning, Capt. Brown; won’t you light?”
“No, thank you; I haven’t time.”