"She'd make any man rich. Moultrie says she goes so far ahead of him in her ideas of business, he can't even keep her in sight."
"Oh, any man has got to make up his mind to take her dust!" laughed Barnwell.
"Are you in earnest about marrying her, Barney?"
"Of cou'se I am! Aren't all the boys? Isn't Moultrie?"
A shade darkened Aunt Angie's face.
"You know, son, that Moultrie will never marry unless--"
"Exactly! Unless! Well, there's a heap of unlesses which may he'p him to change his mind. And maybe Miss Carolina is one of them."
"I'd be proud to have him win her, but, as you say, all the boys are in love with her, here and in Charleston, and now she has been to Savannah, I suppose they will follow suit, and--"
"Poor Jacksonville!" sighed Barnwell.
Mrs. La Grange laughed.