I des gwine ter stay out'n spite
en doan wanter go a hun'erd mile ob dat gran'boy ob yourn."
"There, Zany," said Miss Lou gently, holding out her hand. "I
understand you and Aun' Jinkey both, and you both are going to stay
out of love for me. I reckon you won't be sorry in the end."
Up went the apron again and Zany admitted, "I kyant lebe you, Miss
Lou, I des kyant," as she rushed away to indulge in the feminine
relief of tears without stint.
Mr. and Mrs. Baron passed a sleepless night, for even the question
of food would be problematical if all the able-bodied men and women
on the place went away. In the early dawn there were ominous sounds
at the quarters, and as the light increased a spectacle which filled
the old planter and his wife with rage was revealed. The quarters
were empty and all were trooping toward the avenue with bundles
containing their belongings. This was to be expected, but the act
which excited the direst indignation was the hitching of the only
pair of mules left on the place that were worth anything to the old
family carriage.
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