"I don't know. I've just this instant made up my mind. I think we'llstart--let's see: this is the sixth of August, isn't it? Well, look andsee, if you don't know, stupid. The tenth? My goodness, where has thetime gone, anyway? Well? we'll start sometime between the eleventh andthe twelfth."

"0f dis monf, Miss Bev'ly?"

"No; September. I want you to look up a timetable for me to-day. We mustsee about the trains."

"Dey's on'y one leavin' heah daily, an' hit goes at six in demo'nin'. 0ne train a day! Ain' 'at scan'lous?"

"I'm sure, Aunt Fanny, it is their business--not ours," exclaimed Beverlyseverely.

"P'raps dey mought be runnin' a excuhsion 'roun' 'baout Septembeh, MissBev'ly," speculated Aunt Fanny consolingly. "Dey gen'ly has 'em inSeptembeh."

"You very ancient goose," cried Beverly, in spite of herself.

"Ain' yo' habin' er good time, honey?"

"No, I am not."

"Fo' de lan's sake, Ah wouldn' s'picioned hit fo' a minnit. Hit really is degayest place Ah mos' eveh saw--'cept Wash'ton an' Lex'ton an'Vicksbu'g."