“I have not,” he answered.  “I never even heard of it.”

“Suppose we go to-morrow, and hear Brother Enoch,” she said.  “I should like it very much,” answered Lawrence.

“Aunt Patsy,” said Miss Annie, “would there be any objection to our going to your church to-morrow?”

The old woman gave her head a little shake.  “Dunno,” she said.  “As a gin’ral rule we don’t like white folks at our preachin’s.  Dey’s got dar chu’ches, an’ dar ways, an’ we’s got our chu’ches, an’ our ways.  But den it’s dif’rent wid you all.  An’ you all’s not like white folks in gin’ral, an’ ’specially strawngers.  You all isn’t strawngers now.  I don’t reckon dar’ll be no ‘jections to your comin’, ef you set sollum, an’ I know you’ll do dat, Miss Annie, coz you did it when you was a little gal.  An’ I reckon it’ll be de same wid him?” looking at Mr Croft.

Miss Annie assured her that she and her companion would be certain to “sit solemn,” and that they would not think of such a thing as going to church and behaving indecorously.

“Dar is white folks,” said Aunt Patsy, “wot comes to a culled chu’ch fur nothin’ else but to larf.  De debbil gits dem folks, but dat don’ do us no good, Miss Annie, an’ we’d rudder dey stay away.  But you all’s not dat kine.  I knows dat, sartin shuh.”

When the two had taken leave of the old woman, and Miss Annie had gone out of the door, Aunt Patsy leaned very far forward, and stretching out her long arm, seized Mr Croft by the skirt of his coat.  He stepped back, quite surprised, and then she said to him, in a low but very earnest voice:  “I reckon dat dat ar sprain ankle was nuffin but a acciden’; but you look out, sah, you look out!  Hab you got dem little shoes handy?”

“Oh, yes,” said Lawrence.  “I have them in my trunk.”

“Keep ’em whar you kin put your han’ on ’em,” said Aunt Patsy, impressively.  “You may want ’em yit.  You min’ my wuds.”

“I shall be sure to remember,” said Lawrence, as he hastened out to rejoin Annie.

“What in the world had Aunt Patsy to say to you?” asked that somewhat surprised young lady.

Then Lawrence told her how some time before Aunt Patsy had given him a pair of blue shoes, which she said would act as a preventive charm, in case Mrs Keswick should ever wish to do him harm, and that she had now called him back to remind him not to neglect this means of personal protection.  “I can’t imagine,” said Lawrence, “that your aunt would ever think of such a thing as doing me a harm, or how those little shoes would prevent her, if she wanted to, but I suppose Aunt Patsy is crack-brained on some subjects, and so I thought it best to humor her, and took the shoes.”

“Do you know,” said Miss Annie, after walking a little distance in silence, “that I am afraid Aunt Patsy has done a dreadful thing, and one I never should have suspected her of.  Aunt Keswick had a little baby once, and it died very young.  She keeps its clothes in a box, and I remember when I was a little girl that she once showed them to me, and told me I was to take the place of that little girl, and that frightened me dreadfully, because I thought that I would have to die, and have my clothes put in a box.  I recollect perfectly that there was a pair of little blue shoes among these clothes, and Aunt Patsy must have stolen them.”