As it happened, the chile didn’t approve of changing her dress and having her face washed.  She was in a hurry to see the gentleman, and she pulled back, and fought, and called Mandy Ann an “ole nigger,” and told her to “leg-go,” and finally wrenched herself free, and ran like a little spider to the house, and into the room where the Colonel was sitting.  Starting to his feet he stood looking down at the mite staring at him with her great dark eyes, in which was a look which had puzzled the Rev. Mr. Mason when he saw her at her mother’s funeral.  She was a very pretty child, with a round, chubby face just now smeared with molasses, as were her fat little hands, while her dress, open at the back, showed signs of the sand and water with which it had come in contact.  And she stood, holding the Colonel with her eyes, until he began to feel cold again, and to think of his hot-water bag.  He did not care for children, and this one—­

“Heavens!” he thought to himself.  “Can I do it?  Yes, I must!”

Then, putting out his hand, he said, “Little girl, will you shake hands with me.”

Nothing abashed she was going forward, when Mandy Ann rushed in and pulled her back, exclaiming:  “Oh, sar, not wid dem han’s; dey mus’ be wassed.”

“You ole Mandy Ann nigger, you lemme be.  I won’t be wassed,” was the sharp reply, and the dark eyes flashed with a fire which made the Colonel think of himself when roused, and he began to feel a good deal of respect for the spoiled tyrant.

“Little girl,” he said, very gently, but firmly, “Go with Mandy and be washed, and then come and see—­” he came very near saying “see what I have brought you,” without at all knowing why it should have come into his mind.

It had never occurred to him to bring her anything, but he wished now that he had, and began to wonder what he had that would please a child.  He was fond of jewelry, and wore on his watch-chain several ornaments, and among them a very small, delicately carved book in ivory.  He could detach it easily, and he began to do so, while the child eyed him curiously.  She had seen very few gentlemen, and this one attracted her, he was so tall and imposing; and when he said again, “Go and be washed,” she obeyed him, and the Colonel was a second time alone, for Jake was making his ablutions, and changing his working clothes for his best, in which he looked very respectable, when he at last rejoined his guest, and began at once in a trembling voice to speak of the business which had brought the Colonel there.

CHAPTER IX

THE COLONEL AND JAKE

“I ’lowed you had the best right to her because ’twas you that sent the money,” he said.

The Colonel neither assented nor dissented, and Jake went on:  “Thar is nobody else.  Miss Dory never tole nothin’; she was silent as de grave about—­him—­de fader of de lill chile, I mean.  ‘It’s all right,’ she’d say.  ‘I tole him I wouldn’t tell till he came—­an’ I won’t—­but, it’s all right.  Elder Covil knows—­send for him.’  That’s just afore she died.”