Dey's gwine to fight, sartin, shuh! Lordee! wot fur dey 'low dem bushes ter grow 'long de fence to keep folks from seein' wot's gwine on!" There was nothing now to be seen from the railing, and Peggy jumped down on the porch.

Her activity seemed to pervade her being.

She ran down the front steps, crossed the lawn, and mounted the stile.

Here she could catch sight of the two men who seemed to be disputing.

This was too much for Peggy.