to be of a certainty straight within the year,
and that ended in the library where my Uncle, the General Robert, and
my Gouverneur Faulkner, with good Buzz, read and read yet again the
papers that my great Capitaine, the Count de Lasselles, had signed for
an honest delivery of the many mules to France. I do not know all that
my beloved Gouverneur Faulkner said to my Uncle, the General Robert,
for I remained in the hall with my Sue in a discussion about the
telling without offense of the departure of Robert Carruthers to my
Belle and other loved ones. And to us soon returned my Buzz of great
curiosity.

"There is no humbleness that I will not perform for their forgiveness,
my Buzz and my Sue," I said to them. "Seek that they grant it to me."

"Oh, it will be so exciting and up-to-date with its spy and war flavor
that everybody will forgive you. You are a lovely darling and they'll
all be glad you are a girl--all the boys especially," said to me my
Sue, with a defiance at my Buzz.

"Sure, Bobbyette, I'll see that you're no wall-flower," he made answer
to her in the person of me, with a return of that defiance. "Come on,
Susan, let me take you home. Good night, old top--no, I mean _belle
Marquise_" and it was a very funny thing to see that Buzz with a
great awkwardness, bend and kiss my hand at a laugh from my Sue as
they left me.

It was not for many moments that I stood alone in the hall after the
departure of my Sue and my Buzz, before there entered my beloved
Uncle, the General Robert, and also my beloved Gouverneur Faulkner,
who came to stand, one upon the one side of me and one upon the other.

"Sure you wouldn't like to take her along with you to-night,
Governor?" again asked my Uncle, the General Robert, with a great
fierceness but also a twinkling of the eye.

"Only as far as your garden for a few minutes, General," answered my
Gouverneur Faulkner with that laugh of a boy I had remarked once
before up in those mountains of Old Harpeth, and he took my hand in
his as if to lead me through one of the tall windows out into the
fragrant night.

"All right, take her and don't return her until you have to," remarked
my Uncle, the General Robert, as he handed me in the direction of my
Gouverneur Faulkner and immediately took his departure up the stairs.

And it was under the light of the old moon, in the garden of those
_grande dames_ Carruthers, that Roberta, Marquise of Grez and
Bye, who is the last of their l