ng,--in
her clothes, I mean,--and offul peppery, I judge, fightin' everybody who
came near her, and rollin' on the floor, bumpin' and cryin' for a nigger
who had took care of her somewhere, nobody knows where, for the Colonel
never told, and if Uncle Peter knows, he holds his tongue. She was a
terrible fighter at school, if things didn't suit her, but she's quiet
enough now; seems 's if she'd been through the fire, poor thing, and
they say she don't remember nothin', and begins to shake if she tries to
remember. The Colonel is very kind to her; lets her have all the money
she wants, and she gives away a sight. Sent you a hat and slips, almost
new, and had never seen you. That's like Amy, and, my soul, there she is
now, comin' down the road with the Colonel in the b'rouch. Hurry, and
you can see her; I'll move you."

Utterly regardless of the lame foot, which dragged on the floor and hurt
cruelly, Mrs. Biggs drew Eloise to the window in time to see a handsome
open carriage drawn by two splendid bays passing the house. The Colonel
was muffled up as closely as if it were midwinter, and only a part of
his face and his long, white hair were visible, but he was sitting
upright, with his head held high, and looked the embodiment of
aristocratic pride and arrogance. The lady beside him was very slight,
and sat in a drooping kind of posture, as if she were tired, or
restless, or both. To see her face was impossible, for she was closely
veiled, and neither she nor the Colonel glanced toward the house as they
passed.

"I am so disappointed. I wanted to see her face," Eloise said, watching
the carriage until it was hidden from view by a turn in the road. "You
say she is lovely?" and she turned to Mrs. Biggs.

"Lovely don't express it. Seraphic comes nearer. Looks as if she had
some great sorrow she was constantly thinking of, and trying to smile as
she thought of it," Mrs. Biggs replied. Then, as Eloise looked quickly
up, she exclaimed, "Well, if I ain't beat! It's come to me what I've
been tryin' to think of ever sense I seen you. They ain't the same
color; hers is darker, but there is a look in your eyes for all the
world as hers used to be when she was a girl, and wan't wearin' her
high-heeled shoes and ridin' over our heads. Them times she was as like
the Colonel as one pea is like another, and her eyes fairly snapped.
Other times they was soft and tender-like, and bright as stars, with a
look in 'em which I know now was kin