!" said Virginia. "He's a Yankee."
"How do you know?" demanded Puss and Emily in chorus.
"And he's no gentleman," said Virginia.
"But how do you know, Jinny?"
"He's an upstart."
"Oh. But he belongs to a very good Boston family, they say."
"There are no good Boston families," replied Virginia, with conviction,
as she separated her reins. "He has proved that. Who ever heard of a good
Yankee family?"
"What has he done to you, Virginia?" asked Puss, who had brains.
Virginia glanced at the guest. But her grievance was too hot within her
for suppression.
Do you remember Mr. Benbow's Hester, girls? The one I always said I
wanted. She was sold at auction yesterday. Pa and I were passing the
Court House, with Clarence, when she was put up for sale. We crossed the
street to see what was going on, and there was your strong-looking Yankee
standing at the edge of the crowd. I am quite sure that he saw me as
plainly as I see you, Puss Russell."
"How could he help it?" said Puss, slyly.
Virginia took no notice of the remark.
"He heard me ask Pa to buy her. He heard Clarence say that he would bid
her in for me. I know he did. And yet he goes in and outbids Clarence,
and buys her himself. Do you think any gentleman would do that, Puss
Russell?"
"He bought her himself!" cried the astonished Miss Russell. "Why I
thought that all Bostonians were Abolitionists."
"Then he set her free," said Miss Carvel, contemptuously Judge Whipple
went on her bond to-day."
"Oh, I'm just crazy to see him now," said Miss Russell.
"Ask him to your party, Virginia," she added mischievously.
"Do you think I would have him in my house?" cried Virginia.
Miss Russell was likewise courageous--"I don't see why not. You have
Judge Whipple every Sunday dinner, and he's an Abolitionist."
Virginia drew herself up.
"Judge Whipple has never insulted me," she said, with dignity.
Puss gave way to laughter. Whereupon, despite her protests and prayers
for forgiveness, Virginia took to her mare again and galloped off. They
saw her turn northward on the Bellefontaine Road.
Presently the woodland hid from her sight the noble river shining far
below, and Virginia pulled Vixen between the gateposts which marked the
entrance to her aunt's place, Bellegarde. Half a mile through the cool
forest, the black dirt of the driveway flying from Vixen's hoofs, and
there was the Colfax house on the edge of the, gentle slope; and beyond
it the
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