"She's the best mother I ever had," remarked Indiana, proudly fingering her little dimity skirt.
Mrs. Stillwater blushed with happiness, and looked with almost tearful love on this child, who showed such unparalleled appreciation of her mother's efforts.
"Sing 'My Georgia Lady Love,' Glen!" said Mrs. Bunker.
Glen struck a few notes on his mandolin and sang in a very pleasing baritone.
"My Georgia Lady Love, my Southern Queen,
How your brown eyes do shine like stars above,
There's not a girl can equal you,
My Georgia Lady Love—Love."
"Kitty, you were never so welcome in your life," said Stillwater, as Kitty appeared with the tea-tray. She was followed by a farm-hand carrying a table and a camp-stool. Mrs. Bunker seated herself, and commenced pouring out the tea.
"Go ahead with the second verse, Glen!"
"One day I said, 'I love you, Sue,
Believe me, gal, I will be true.'
She slowly dropped her head,
And then she softly said:
'Mister Johnson, 'deed I loves you too.
My Georgia Lady Love, my Southern Queen."
"There's a circus to-night," volunteered Kitty.
"Circus!" exclaimed Mrs. Bunker.