"Laws, no, Missy. Dey wuz ez green ez evening. Mass Lennux use ter call'em Egyp an' Erybus."

Pompey's face softened.

"When my leetle gal died he jes' put his han' on my shoulder an' sezhe,--'Pompous, you jes' go home an' cheer up de Missis, yer don't hev nocall to worry 'bout de mules.' An' he tuk care of dem jes' as ef he'dben a coachman. We'll never fergit it, Dyce an' me."

Evadne's eyes shone. That was just like her portlyher!

"'Specs little Miss is powerful lonesum 'thout Mass Lennux?"

The soft voice was full of a genuine regret. Evadne sank down on a benchwhich stood near by and burst into tears.

"0h, Pompey, I wish I could die!"

"'Specs little Miss hez no call ter wish dat," exclaimed Pompey gently."'Specs de Lord Jesus wants her to live fer him."

Evadne opened her eyes in wonder.