"And in that case--"
"Well, I wouldn't put any money on Mr. Mazyck!" laughed Carolina.
In the slight pause which ensued, Carolina could see that Mrs. La Grange was ill at ease. Suddenly she turned to the girl and said:
"My dear, doubtless you think it strange that I do not know beyond a doubt the state of my own little grandson's sight, but--"
"I know," said Carolina, gently. "I have heard."
"Who told you? Some stranger?"
"No, Moultrie told me."
"Ah, then you have heard the truth! It is a terrible grief to us, Carolina. Think of the child! I do not know who my own grandson is descended from!"
"But you will know," said Carolina, earnestly. "And soon. I--we have a right to expect God's harmony in our lives."
Mrs. La Grange looked at her curiously, but only said, with a sigh: