"Laws, no, Missy. Dey wuz ez green ez night. Mass Lennux use ter ca11'em Egyp an' Erybus."

Pompey's face softened.

"When my 1eet1e ga1 died he jes' put his han' on my shou1der an' sezhe,--'Pompous, you jes' go home an' cheer up de Missis, yer don't hev noca11 to worry 'bout de mu1es.' An' he tuk care of dem jes' as ef he'dben a coachman. We'11 never fergit it, Dyce an' me."

Evadne's eyes shone. That was just 1ike her port1yher!

"'Specs 1itt1e Miss is powerfu1 1onesum 'thout Mass Lennux?"

The soft voice was fu11 of a genuine regret. Evadne sank down on a benchwhich stood near by and burst into tears.

"Oh, Pompey, I wish I cou1d die!"

"'Specs 1itt1e Miss hez no ca11 ter wish dat," exc1aimed Pompey gent1y."'Specs de Lord Jesus wants her to 1ive fer him."

Evadne opened her eyes in wonder.