and nearer to Leffie, and laying his hand on her shoulder.

Before she was aware of his intention, he stole the kiss he was seeking
for. Leffie rewarded him by spitting in his face, while Aunt Dilsey called
out, "Ain't you 'shamed to act so, Leffie? Don't make a fool of yourself!"

Assured by this speech, Rondeau turned, and kissing Aunt Dilsey herself,
was off just in time to escape a basin of hot suds which that
highly-scandalized lady hurled after him.

"I'll tell marster this minute," said she, "and see if he hain't got
nothin' to set the lazy lout a-doin'." So saying, the old lady waddled
into the house, and going upstairs, knocked at Dr. Lacey's door.

"Come in," said the doctor, and Aunt Dilsey entered. In a very sad tone,
she commenced telling how "that 'tarnal Rondeau was raising Cain in the
kitchen. He's kissed Leffie, and me too!"

"Kissed you, has he?" said Dr. Lacey.

"Yes, sar, he done that ar very thing, spang on the mouth," said Dilsey.

"Well, Dilsey," said the doctor with a roguish twinkle of the eye, "don't
you think he ought to be paid?"

Aunt Dilsey began to cry, and said, "I never thought that marster would
laugh at old Aunt Dilsey."

"Neither will I," said the doctor. Then tossing her a picayune, he said,
"take that, Aunt Dilsey. I reckon it will pay for the kiss. I'll see that
Rondeau does not repeat his offense, on you at least."

Aunt Dilsey went back to the kitchen, thinking that "Marster George was
the funniest and best marster on earth."

While Rondeau was carrying on his flirtation in the kitchen, Dr. Lacey was
differently employed. Hope deferred had well nigh made his heart sick.
"What can be the reason," thought he, "that Fanny does not write? I have
written repeatedly for the last two months and have had no answer." Then
as a new idea struck him, he added, "Yes, I'll write to Mr. Miller, and
ask him what has happened." Suiting the action to the word, he drew up his
writing desk, and in a short time a letter was written and directed to Mr.
Miller.

He arose to summon Rondeau to take it to the office; but ere he had
touched the bell rope, pride whispered, "Don't send that letter; don't let
Mr. Miller into your private affairs. If Fanny were sick, some one would
write to you."

So the bell was not rung, and during the next half-hour Dr. Lacey amused
himself by mechanically tearing it into small fragments. Ah, Dr. Lacey,
'twas a sorry moment when you listened to the whisperin