Alight, and come in, but you wear the first Yankee uniform ever welcomed to my house.

Come right along, both of you.

I've got one servant left, who will attend the pony." Twenty minutes later we were breakfasting together in a cool, spacious room the windows of which opened upon the porch.

The judge, after satisfying himself that we were being well served, had disappeared, leaving us alone.

It was a beautiful morning, the birds singing outside, the sunlight sifting through the branches of the great oaks shading the windows.