"I'm tired trying to please you," he said. "I have been a fool. You don't care that for me. It was all right when I was younger, when there was no one else to take you riding, and jump off the barn for your amusement, Miss. Now you have Tom Catherwood and Jack Brinsmade and the Russell boys running after you, it's different. I reckon I'll go to Kansas. There are Yankees to shoot in Kansas."
He did not see her smile as he sat staring at his feet.
"Max," said she, all at once, "why don't you settle down to something?
Why don't you work?"
Young Mr. Colfax's arm swept around in a circle.
There are twelve hundred acres to look after here, and a few niggers.
That's enough for a gentleman."
"Pooh!" exclaimed his cousin, "this isn't a cotton plantation. Aunt Lillian doesn't farm for money. If she did, you would have to check your extravagances mighty quick, sir."
"I look after Pompey's reports, I do as much work as my ancestors," answered Clarence, hotly.
"Ah, that is the trouble," said Virginia.
"What do you mean?" her cousin demanded.
"We have been gentlemen too long," said Virginia.