Mammy Lucy! How is Mammy Lucy?"

"She is well," he replied. "She's beside herself to see you."

"Tell her I am coming!" said she. "I would rather see Mammy Lucy
than the Brooklyn Bridge!"

She led him to a seat, placed herself opposite him, devouring him
with her eyes. "It makes me seem like a girl again to see you," she
said.

"Do you count yourself aged?" asked Montague, laughing.

"Oh, I feel old," said Lucy, with a sudden look of fear,--"you have
no idea, Allan. But I don't want anybody to know about it!" And then
she cried, eagerly, "Do you remember the swing in the orchard? And
do you remember the pool where the big alligator lived? And the
persimmons? And Old Joe?"

Allan Montague remembered all these things; in the course of the
half hour that followed he remembered pretty nearly all the exciting
adventures which he and Oliver and Lucy had had since Lucy was old
enough to walk. And he told her the latest news about all their
neighbours, and about all the servants whom she remembered. He told
her also about his father's death, and how the house had been
burned, and how they had sold the plantation and come North.

"And how are you doing, Allan?" she asked.

"I am practising law," he said. "I'm not making a fortune, but I'm