"I thought you were going to your uncle's in Baton Rouge to stay until the mansion was repaired."
"I haven't any uncle in Baton Rouge, or anywhere else," chuckled Miss Blanche.
"Your father certainly said he should stay at his brother's in Baton Rouge," I added, puzzled by the statement.
"That was just as we girls used to say we were 'going to grandmother's' when we went to the seminary."
"Who is your father, Miss Hungerford?" I asked, repeating the question the planter had put to me.
"Colonel Hungerford," she answered, naïvely.
"Yes, I know; but what is he?"
"The Governor of Louisiana," replied Miss Blanche, with a merry laugh.
"The governor!" I exclaimed, appalled to think I had been talking so familiarly to the chief magistrate of the state.
"But he won't let any one call him governor when he is not attending to his official duties, if he can help it. He likes to be a plain citizen when he is off duty," continued the young lady. "We went down to stay a few days at the plantation."