"Yes sir, if you please," the woman said, in her low voice, dropping a courtesy.
"Well, nobody offers more attractions in a name," said Gary; "I'll say that for you. Where did you get that song your little mistress was singing when we came down the hill? Can you sing it?"
June's reply was unintelligible.
"Speak louder, my friend. What did you say?"
June made an effort. "If you please, sir, I can't sing," she was understood to say. "They sings it in camp meeting."
"In camp meeting!" said Gary. "I should think so! What's that!
You see I have never been there, and don't understand."
"If you please, sir the gentleman knows" June said, retreating backwards as she spoke, and so fast that she soon got out of their neighbourhood. The shrinking, gliding action accorded perfectly with the smothered tones and subdued face of the woman.
"Don't she know!" said Gary. "Isn't that a character now? But,
Daisy, are you turning Puritan?"
"I don't know what that is," said Daisy.
"Upon my word, you look like it! It's a dreadful disease, Daisy; generally takes the form of I declare I don't know! fever, I believe, and delirium; and singing is one of the symptoms."