Yessuh, I reckon putty much ev'y-thing goin' go on same as it yoosta do." It struck Bibbs that Jackson was right.

The day passed as other days had passed.

Mrs.Sheridan and Edith were in black, and Mrs.Sheridan cried a little, now and then, but no other external difference was to be seen.

Edith was quiet, but not noticeably depressed, and at lunch proved herself able to argue with her mother upon the propriety of receiving calls in the earliest stages of "mourning." Lunch was as usual--for Jim and his father had always lunched down-town--and the afternoon was as usual.

Bibbs went for his drive, and his mother went with him, as she sometimes did when the weather was pleasant.