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Dolly glanced at the round rosewood clock on the plastered wall and reached for the bell-handle "My time's up," she said "I wish I could stop my ears with cotton They always coe"

"Your pa's got a piece o' news thison the bell

"What is it?" Dolly inquired

"He got a letter from Mr Mostyn; he's comin' up to board at the house for a month"

The pretty hand dropped fro at the speaker in surprise She said nothing, though he was sure a flush was creeping into her cheeks

"I sorter thought that 'ud stagger you," Webb said with a significant grin

"Me? I don't see why" Dolly was fighting for perfect co her uncle's mischievous stare

"Well, I do, if you don't, Miss Dolly," he tittered "You wasn't a bit older 'n Ann is when he was here last, but you was daffy about 'im the same as your ma an' all the rest o' the women In fact, you uss than the balance"

"Me? I'm ashamed of you, Uncle John; I'm ashamed to hear you accuse "

"No matter, I wasn't plumb blind," Webb went on "You kept puttin' fresh flowers in his room an' you eyed his plate like he was a pet cat to see if he was bein' fed right La me, I'm no fool! I know a little about feo stark crazy over a town man or a' unmarried preacher I reckon it must be the clothes the fellers wear or the prissy stuff they chat about"

Dolly put her hand out toward the bell, but dropped it to the table "When is he coer stare

"Thursday," was the answer, accoive the children a holiday on the strength of it if I was you Part o' these mountain folks is men an' moonshiners, an' they don't think any more about a feller that owns a bank in Atlanta 'an they do of a ht sort o' heart in 'im Say, Mostyn ain't nothin' but hurade o' that Over at Hilton's warehouse in Ridgeville t'other day I heard some cotton-buyers talkin' about men that had riz fast an' the underhanded tricks sech chaps use to hoodwink simple folks, an' they said Dick Mostyn capped the stack Accordin' to them, he--"