The table wuz all sot. We thought we would arrange it the night before, when we had plenty of time, so it would suit us.
And we had got everything ready, and though I dare presume to say I ortn’t to say it, it looked good enough to eat, vittles, table-cloth, posys, and all.
(Though it is fur from me to propose eatin’ stun china and table-cloths; but I use this simely to let you know the exceedin’ loveliness of the spectacle.)
Genieve went in to see it after it wuz all ready. We wouldn’t let her do much, knowin’ what a journey wuz ahead on her.
But when she went in to look at it she looked as if she wuz in a dream, a happy dream. And she wuz pleased with every single thing we had done for her. Snow, the dear little lamb, follered Genieve round tight to her all the time; she knew she wuz a goin’ away from us, and she couldn’t bear the thought; but we had tried to reason with her and tell her how happy Genieve wuz a goin’ to be, and she, havin’ such a deep mind, seemed to be middlin’ reconciled.
Boy wuz of course too small to realize anything. And it wuz on Genieve’s heart that the tug of partin’ with him come hardest. She wanted him in her arms all the time, a most. And as happy as she wuz, I see more than one tear drop down on his little short brown curls and dimpled cheeks and on Snow’s golden locks.
But I looked forward to the time when Genieve, sweet, tender heart, would hold a child of her own in her arms, and give it some of the love she lavished on everything round her.
Wall, as evenin’ drew on and the mockin’ birds begun singin’ to their mates down under the magnolias, we see Victor’s tall figure a comin’ along the well-known path, and Genieve went out to meet him for the last time as a maiden.
The next time she went out to meet him it would be as his wife. And I spoze they both thought of that with a sort of a sad rapture, for they both loved Belle Fanchon and the folks that lived there.