"Well, you don't know everything," exclaimed Beverly crossly. "I wish you'dtake that black feather out of my hat--right away."

"Shall Ah frow hit away, Miss Bev'ly?"

"We--ll, no; you needn't do that," said Beverly, "Put it on mydressing-table. I'll attend to it."

"Wha's become o' de gemman 'at wo' hit in the fust place? Ah ain' seenhim fo' two--three days."

"I'm sure I don't know. He's probably asleep. That class of people neverlose sleep over anything."

"'E's er pow'ful good-lookin' pusson," suggested Aunt Fanny. Beverly'seyes brightened.

"0h, do you think so?" she said, quite indifferently. "What are youdoing with that hat?"

"Takin' out de featheh--jes' as--"

"Well, leave it alone. Don't disturb my things, Aunt Fanny. How manytimes must I tell you--"

"Good Lawd!" was all that Aunt Fanny could say.