"Hey?" said Miss Jerusha, looking up sharply.
Mr. Wildair put down little Betsey Periwinkle, got up, and leaning his arm on the mantel, with that same strange smile on his face, stood looking down on Miss Jerusha.
"What is it?" asked the old lady, with a puzzled look answering that smile, as if he had spoken.
"My dear Miss Jerusha, I have a favor to ask of you this morning, a great favor, a very great favor, indeed," he said, with a light she had never seen before in his handsome eyes.
"Wall," said Miss Jerusha, looking most delightfully perplexed, "what is it?"
"I want you to give me something."
"You do! Why, my gracious! I ain't got nothing to give you."
"Yes, you have; a treasure beyond all price."
"Good gracious! where?" said Miss Jerusha, gazing round with a bewildered look.
"I mean—Georgia."