Aun' Jinkey was bathing the bruise with
some lotion. "My poor child!" said the lady, "Madison is almost
beside himself with grief and self-reproach."
"Please tell him," replied the girl, "that I'm glad the blow fell on
me instead of mammy."
"Ah, well, my dear, he has asked forgiveness and is profoundly
sorry."
"Hit soon be well, honey. Wish ter grashus hit wuz me dat hab it! en
you barin' hit so patient, too, w'en I smokin'. Dar, I kiver hit up
now, en hit ain' dar in de mawnin'. I reck'n I go back ter de cabin
now, honey. I kin'er used ter my own chimbly corner. Miss Whately
got sump'n ter say ter comfort you."
"Very well, mammy. I'll see that you have no trouble," and the old
woman departed.
"Surely, Louise, you cannot expect any more trouble, after my son
has said there would not be any," said Mrs. Whately, in a somewhat
aggrieved tone.
"You must have seen," was the reply, "that Cousin Madison hasn't
just the kind of self-control which inspires confidence."
"I assure you, Louise, that he regrets his act as much as you can.
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