Peggy's habit of projecting her eyes into the far away could often be turned to practical account for her vision was, in a measure, telescopic.
"What is that coming here along the road ?" asked Miss Roberta, stepping upon the porch, and pointing out the distant vehicle.
Peggy stood up straight, let her arms hang close to her sides, and looked steadfastly forth.

"Wot's comin', Miss Rob," said she, "is the buggy 'longin' to Mister Michaels, at de Springs, an' his ole mud-colored hoss is haulin' it.

Dem dat's in it is Mahs' Junius an' Mister Crof'." "Are you sure of that ?" exclaimed Miss Roberta in astonishment.

"Look again." "Yaas'm," replied Peggy.

"I's sartin shuh.