"Senator Dyce of Kentucky, and his cousin Judge Briggs; perhaps you know 'em, or maybe Spencer--I mean Mr.Tucker--does." "I reckon," said Mrs.Tucker smiling; "but tell me something about the boys and girls at Vineville, and about yourself.

_You're_ looking well, and right smart too." She paused to give due emphasis to this latter recognition of a huge gold chain with which her visitor was somewhat ostentatiously trifling.
"I didn't know as you cared to hear anything about Blue Grass," he returned, a little abashed.

"I've been away from there some time myself," he added, his uneasy vanity taking fresh alarm at the faint suspicion of patronage on the part of his hostess.

"They're doin' well though; perhaps as well as some others." "And you're not married yet," continued Mrs.Tucker, oblivious of the innuendo.

"Ah Cal," she added archly, "I am afraid you are as fickle as ever.