little in which she took very great interest, and her interest in herself was not absorbing. Yet she had a curiously sweet way. Her servants liked her and the tenants could count on her spasmodic attentions in time of sickness and trouble.
“Good morning,” she said, with a soft drawl. She sauntered over to her father, kissed him, and hung over the back of his chair.
‚ÄúDid you get that novel for me, Harry?‚Äù‚ÅÝ‚Äîexpectantly regarding her brother.
“I forgot it, Sis. But I’ll be going to town again soon.”
The young lady showed that she was annoyed.
“By the by, Sis, there’s a young lady over at the Negro school whom I think you’d like.”
“Black or white?”