Mother, Loo-loo, come," and breaking off from her very sisterly remarks concerning Hugh, 'Lina sprang up in terror as a large beetle, attracted by the light, fastened itself upon her hair.
Mrs.Worthington was the first to the rescue, while Lulu, who had listened with flashing eye when Hugh was the subject of remark, came laggardly, whispering slyly to Alice: "That's a lie she done tell you about Mas'r Hugh.

He ain't rough, nor bad, and we blacks would die for him any day." Alice was confounded at this flat contradiction between mistress and servant, while a faint glimmer of the truth began to dawn upon her.

The "horn-bug" being disposed of, 'Lina became quiet, and might, perhaps, have taken up Hugh again, but for a timely interruption in the shape of Irving Stanley, who had walked up to the Columbian, and seeing 'Lina and her mother through the window, sauntered leisurely into the parlor.
"Ah, Mr.Stanley," and 'Lina half arose from her chair, thus intimating that he was to join them.

"Miss Johnson, Mr.Stanley," and 'Lina watched them closely.
"You have positively been smitten by Miss Johnson's pretty face," said 'Lina, laughing a little spitefully, as they parted at the piazza, Irving to go after his accustomed glasses of water, and 'Lina to seek out Dr.Richards in the parlor.

"Yes, I know you are smitten, and inasmuch as we are cousins, I shall expect to see you at Spring Bank some day not far in the future." "It is quite probable you will," was Irving's reply, as he walked away, his head and heart full of Alice Johnson.
Meantime "Mrs.Worthington, daughter and servant," had entered the still crowded parlors, where Mrs.Richards sat fanning herself industriously, and watching her John with motherly interest as he sauntered from one group of ladies to another, wondering what made Saratoga so dull, and where Miss Worthington had gone.