great black sunbonnet. She appeared kindly and pleasant when he could see her face, which was thin and very much lined, but motherly and good. He fell in the way of calling her “Aunt Sally” as others did, and this seemed to please her. She treated him as if he were a big boy who did not know what was good for himself. She called all the green blossoming things with which Cassandra had adorned the cabin, “trash,” and asked who had “toted hit thar.”

Waiting and listening, sure Cassandra would not leave him all day without coming to him, even though Aunt Sally had taken him in charge, David’s mind was full of her. If he closed his eyes, he saw her. If he opened them and watched Sally’s meagre form and black sunbonnet moving about, he thought what it might be to see Cassandra there.