“Bress de Lawd!” said the old woman, as she hobbled away.  “Good times comin’ now.  If I could jes’ hear Missy S’wanee larf once mo’;” and then she passed beyond hearing.

“Yes, Suwanee, if I could only hear your old sweet laugh once more!” Lane pleaded.

“Not yet, Fenton; not yet,—­some day.”

THE END