The father was frank yet deferential.  Our parley was brief.  His only pomp lay in his manner of calling me madam.  I felt myself a queen.  Handing him a note to the stable-keeper, “You can read,” I said, “can’t you?  Or your son can?”

“No, madam, I regrets to say we’s minus dat.”

I hid my pleasure.  “Well, at the stable, if they seem to think this note is from a man, or that the coach is owned by a man——­”

“Keep silent,” put in Euonymus, “an’ see de counsel o’ de Lawd ovehcome.”

Luke went.  I pencilled another note.  It requested my landlady to give Euonymus a hat, boots, and suit from my armoire and speed him back all she could. (To avoid her queries.)

Rebecca gazed anxiously after this second messenger.  Robelia, near by, munched blackberries.

“Rebecca, did you ever think what you’d do if both your children were in equal danger?”

“Why, yass’m, I is studie’ dat, dis ve’y day, ef de trufe got to be tol’.”

Thought I:  “If anything else has to be told, Robelia’ll be my only helper.”  I asked Rebecca which one she would try to save first.

“Why, mist’ess, I could tell dat a heap sight betteh when de time come.  De Lawd mowt move me to do most fo’ de one what least fitt’n’ to”—­she choked—­“to die.  An’ yit ag’in dat mowt depen’ on de circumstances o’ de time bein’.”

“Well, it mustn’t, Rebecca, it mustn’t!”

“Y’—­yass’m—­no’m’m!  Mustn’ it?”

“No, in any case you must do as I tell you.”

“Oh, o’ co’se! yass’m!”

“So promise, now, that in any pinch you’ll try first to save your son.”

“Yass’m.”  A pang of duplicity showed in her uplifted glance, yet she murmured again:  “Yass’m, I promise you dat.”  Nevertheless, I had my doubts.

A hum of voices told us my two anglers were approaching, and with Rebecca’s quieting hand on the pusillanimous Robelia we drew into hiding and saw them cross the corner of a clearing and vanish again downstream.  Then, hearing the coach, we went to meet it.

Both messengers were on the box.  Euonymus passed me my bundle of stuff.  The coach turned round.  Bidding Euonymus stay on the box I had Rebecca and Robelia take the front seat inside.  Following in I remarked:  “Good boy, that of yours, Luke.”

Luke bowed so reverently that I saw Euonymus’s belief in me was not his alone.  “We thaynk de Lawd,” Luke replied, “fo’ boy an’ gal alike; de good Lawd sawnt ’em bofe.”

“Yet extra thanks for the son wouldn’t hurt.”

Robelia buried a sob of laughter in the nearest cushion, and as we rolled away gaped at me with a face on which a dozen flies danced and played tag.  And so we went——.

Chester ceased reading and stood up.  For Mlle. Chapdelaine was rising.  All the men rose.

“And so, also,” she said, “I too must go.”

“Oh, but the story is juz’ big-inning,” Mme. Alexandra protested, and Mme. De l’Isle said: