thing warm to drink and something to eat
right soon, and den I'se gwine put you-all to bed nice and clean,
and in de mawnin' you'll feel like you was anotheh lady, you
suttinly will, Ma'am."

"Who are you?" demanded Josephine, turning to look into the old and
wrinkled face.

"I'se jus' Sally."

"I suppose you are keeper of the prison," commented Josephine
bitterly.

"Dis ain't no prisum, Ma'am, I'se bin heah a long time 'mong dese
triflin' niggahs. Dis ain't no prisum--but God knows, Ma'am, we
needs a lady heah to run things. Is you come foh dat?"

"No, no," said Josephine. "I'm just--I'm just--I'm going away as
soon as I can."

"Sho, now! Huc'cum you heah, Ma'am?"

"It was a mistake."

"I didn't know white folks evah done nothin' they didn't want to
do," commented Sally. "But doan' you mind. Ef you wants me, jes'
call for Sally."

"Tell me, Sally, isn't there any Mrs. Dunwody here?" demanded
Josephine suddenly.

The face of the old woman remained inscrutable, and Josephine could
see no sign except that a sort of film crossed her eyes, as though
veiling some inmost thought.

"Ef dey was, I doan' reckon you-all would have come heah, would
you? Now you lay down and git comf'table. Doan' you worry none,
Ma'am. You gwine be fine, by mawnin'. You suttinly is a right
handsome lady, Ma'am!"

The old woman shuffled from the room, to join her master at the
foot of the stairs.

"Where is she, Sally?" demanded Dunwody, "and how is she?"

"She's right tired, suh," said Sally non-committally. And then,
"Mighty fine lookin' lady, suh. An' she is a lady! Huc'cum her
here, Marse Warv'l? Whut you-all--"

"What did she say to you?"

"Nothin' 'cept she's gwine git away right soon. White folkes'
business ain't none o' my business."

"Well, never you mind about all that, Sally. Now listen. It's
your business to keep her there, in that room. When she wants
anything, get it. But don't you talk to her, you understand. I
reckon you do understand, don't you?"

"I reckon I does, suh."

"Well, all right then. If she goes to walk, keep her in sight.
She doesn't send out letters to any one, and doesn't talk to
strangers, do you understand?"

"I reckon I does, suh."

Old Sally stood looking at him for a time with her small brown eyes
half-covered under her gray brows. At last, with something of the
liberty of the old servant she said, "Marster, is you married to
that dere lady? Ef you isn't, is