Head's level.

A little girl! Educate her yourself, you know! He! he! By George! And do as you please.
"'O Jinny! git yer hoe-cake done, my dear! O Jinny! git yer hoe-cake done!' "Yah! yah! He! he! he!" It is not strange that Charlton did not sleep that night, that he was a prey to conflicting emotions, blessing the cool, intellectual, self-possessed face of Miss Minorkey, who knew botany, and inwardly cursing the fate that had handed little Katy over to be the prey of such a man as Smith Westcott..