“I want to be fair, Max,” she said quietly. “Pa offered them our Glencoe House last summer at a low price, and they insisted on paying what Mr. Edwards gave five years ago,—or nothing. You know that I detest a Yankee as much as you do,” she continued, indignation growing in her voice. “I did not come out here with you to be insulted.”
With her hand on the rail, she made as if to rise. Clarence was perforce mollified.
“Don't go, Jinny,” he said beseechingly. “I didn't mean to make you angry—”
“I can't see why you should always be dragging in this Mr. Brice,” she said, almost tearfully. (It will not do to pause now and inquire into Virginia's logic.) “I came out to hear what you had to tell me.”
“Jinny, I have been made second lieutenant of Company A.”
“Oh, Max, I am so glad! I am so proud of you!”
“I suppose that you have heard the result of the October elections, Jinny.”
“Pa said something about them to-night,” she answered; “why?”
“It looks now as if there were a chance of the Republicans winning,” he answered. But it was elation that caught his voice, not gloom.
“You mean that this white trash Lincoln may be President?” she exclaimed, seizing his arm.