"Like no flower that blooms," said Mr. Ludwell Cary. "Ah, well sprung, Proserpina! Now shall we go fast as the wind?"
They went fast as the wind to the creek, and then went like the wind back to the gate, where Ludwell Cary swung the child down to earth and the waiting Miranda.
Deb curtsied to him. "Wish me good luck, Daffy-down-Dilly!" he said, with his charming smile.
"I do," she answered earnestly. "I hope that you will kill the Devil."
He looked puzzled. "Is that feasible? I don't know where to find him."
"Aren't you going to fight him at the Court House? Uncle Edward said that you were going to put down Lucifer."
The two brothers broke into laughter. "I say, Fair!" cried the elder. "Has Lewis Rand a cloven hoof? I've scarcely seen him, you know, since I went to England!"
"He's all cloven hoof, damn him!" the other answered cheerfully. "Best ride on. He'll have been at the Court House this hour!"
Ludwell Cary glanced at his watch. "Early or late, the result will be the same. The county's going for him twice over!"
"A damned tobacco-roller's son!" growled the other.