Adelaide’s marriage was fixed for Christmas eve, and Mr. Dinsmore and Elsie decided to take their trip to Louisiana at once, that they might be able to return in season for the wedding, at which Elsie was to be first bridesmaid.

It was Elsie herself who broke the news of her intended journey to her faithful old nurse, explaining why she felt it her duty to go, and kindly leaving to Chloe’s own decision whether she would accompany her or not.

The dusky face grew very sad for a moment, tears springing to the dark eyes; but the voice was almost cheerful as she answered, “Yes, you’s right, honey darlin’ you’s all right to go and see ’bout dem poor souls and let ’em see dere beau’ful young missus; and your ole mammy ’ll go ’long too, for she neber could stay and let her chile run all dem risks on de boats an’ cars an’ she no dar to take care ob her.”

“That’s right, my own dear old mammy.  I shall be glad to have you along, and hope you will find it pleasanter than you expect; but we must trust the Lord to take care of us all; for He only can prevent the accidents you fear.”

“Yes, yes, honey, dat’s de truff; an’ we’ll trust Him an’ not be ’fraid, ’cause don’t He say, ‘Not a hair ob your head shall perish.’”

“‘What time I am afraid I will trust in Thee,’” murmured Elsie, softly.  “Ah, the joy, the peace, of knowing that His presence and His love will ever go with us everywhere; and that He has all power in heaven and in earth.”

A week later, Mr. Dinsmore was showing his daughter the beauties of New Orleans, where they had arrived without accident or loss.  They remained in the city long enough to attend thoroughly to the business which had called them there, and to see everything worth looking at.

Elsie’s plantation was in the Teche country, the very loveliest part of grand old Louisiana.  In order that suitable preparations might be made for their reception, word had been sent that they might be expected on a certain day.

“We have allowed more time than necessary for this place,” said Mr. Dinsmore to his daughter one evening on returning to their hotel, after seeing the last of the lions of the Crescent City; “we have two days to spare; what shall be done in them?”

“Let us go on to Viamede at once then, papa,” replied Elsie, promptly.  “I have been regretting that we sent notice of our coming.  I doubt if it would not have been wiser to take them by surprise.”

“There would not be the same preparations for your comfort,” replied her father, taking a seat by her on the sofa, for they were in their own private parlor; “you may find unaired bed-linen and an empty larder, which, beside inconveniencing yourself, would sorely mortify and trouble Aunt Phillis and her right-hand woman, Sarah, the cook.”

“I should be sorry you should have an inhospitable reception, papa, but fires are soon kindled and linen aired, and is not the pantry kept supplied with canned and preserved fruits? and are there not fresh fruits, vegetables, chickens, and eggs at hand for immediate use?”