"Miss Jinny!"
She started as from a sleep, and paused.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson," said she, and smiled. He wore that air of mystery so dear to darkeys.
"Gemmen to see you, Miss Jinny."
"A gentleman!" she said in surprise. "Where?"
The negro pointed to the lilac shrubbery.
"Thar!"
"What's all this nonsense, Ned?" said Clarence, sharply: "If a man is there, bring him here at once."
"Reckon he won't come, Marse Clarence." said Ned, "He fearful skeered ob de light ob day. He got suthin very pertickler fo' Miss Jinny."
"Do you know him?" Clarence demanded.