"Yes--Joyce Masterton. They sent it to me. But you didn't kill HIM,
too?"

"I don't know that I personally killed either," he said a little coldly.
He paused, and continued with a gravity which he could not help feeling
very inconsistent and even ludicrous: "They were brave men, Miss Dows."

"To have worn my picture?" said Miss Sally brightly.

"To have THOUGHT they had so much to live for, and yet to have willingly
laid down their lives for what they believed was right."

"Yo' didn't go huntin' me for three years to tell ME, a So'th'n girl,
that So'th'n men know how to fight, did yo', co'nnle?" returned the
young lady, with the slightest lifting of her head and drooping of her
blue-veined lids in a divine hauteur. "They were always ready enough for
that, even among themselves. It was much easier for these pooah boys to
fight a thing out than think it out, or work it out. Yo' folks in the
No'th learned to do all three; that's where you got the grip on us. Yo'
look surprised, co'nnle."

"I didn't expect you would look at it--quite in--in--that way," said
Courtland awkwardly.

"I am sorry I disappointed yo' after yo' 'd taken such a heap o'
trouble," returned the young lady with a puzzling assumption of humility
as she rose and smoothed out her skirts, "but I couldn't know exactly
what yo' might be expecting after three years; if I HAD, I might have
put on mo'ning." She stopped and adjusted a straying tendril of her hair