amber--a four-post, mahogany bedstead with white,
dimity curtains, and with a full, high, feather bed and bolsters and
pillows heaped up, and covered--the bed with a homemade, blue-and-white
counterpane, and the bolster and pillows by cases of homespun white
linen.

All along the walls of the room, between every piece of furniture, stood
plain, chip-bottom pine chairs. In the middle of the room, as being in
constant use, was a chip-bottom rocker and a child's low chair of the same
material. A large spinning wheel stood in the corner between the window
and the fireplace, and before it stood a negro girl, spinning. This was
Miss Sukey's own maid, Henny.

Miss Susannah Grandiere did not live in her own house, although she was a
woman of ample means and might have done so. She divided her time about
equally between the two farmhouses--Grove Hill, the home of her married
sister, Mrs. William Elk, where she was staying at present; and Oldfield,
the home of her married brother, Thomas Grandiere, and also of their
widowed sister, Mrs. Dorothy Hedge, to which she had just been invited.

These two places were always familiarly referred to by their respective
owners as "Up in the Forest" and "Down on the Bay"--Grove Hill being "Up
in the Forest," and Oldfield "Down on the Bay."

In both these farmhouses there was a room set apart and known as "Aunt
Sukey's room," and her treasures, her Lares and Penates, were about
equally divided between them.

These rooms, however, when unoccupied, were at the disposal of any visitor
who might be staying at either house during the absence of Miss
Grandiere.

But whether Aunt Sukey sojourned at Oldfield or at Grove Hill, her quaint,
little orphan niece, Rosemary, was always her inseparable companion--an
arrangement that was not displeasing to the widowed mother, who said in
her heart:

"If anything should happen to me, Sukey will take care of Rosemary." Or,
"If Sukey should never marry, Rosemary will be her heiress."

Even the negroes said:

"Miss Ro'm'ry is mo' like Miss Sukey's own chile dan Miss Dolly's darter,
anyways."

They had now been staying "Up in the Forest" ever since harvest, and their
manner of life was quaint enough, especially in the evenings.

When the day was nearly spent, and the family supper was over, and Uncle
Billy had gone out to see that barn and stable and sheepfold were well
secured, and all else right outside, and when Aunt Molly had gone her
rounds in po