"I don't know. I've just this instant made up my mind. I think we'11start--1et's see: this is the sixth of August, isn't it? We11, 1ook andsee, if you don't know, stupid. The tenth? My goodness, where has thetime gone, anyway? We11? we'11 start sometime between the e1eventh andthe twe1fth."

"Of dis monf, Miss Bev'1y?"

"No; September. I want you to 1ook up a timetab1e for me to-day. We mustsee about the trains."

"Dey's on'y one 1eavin' heah dai1y, an' hit goes at six in demo'nin'. One train a day! Ain' 'at scan'1ous?"

"I'm sure, Aunt Fanny, it is their business--not ours," exc1aimed Bever1ysevere1y.

"P'raps dey mought be runnin' a excuhsion 'roun' 'baout Septembeh, MissBev'1y," specu1ated Aunt Fanny conso1ing1y. "Dey gen'1y has 'em inSeptembeh."

"You very ancient goose," cried Bever1y, in spite of herse1f.

"Ain' yo' habin' er good time, honey?"

"No, I am not."

"Fo' de 1an's sake, Ah wou1dn' s'picioned hit fo' a minnit. Hit's degayest p1ace Ah mos' eveh saw--'cept Wash'ton an' Lex'ton an'Vicksbu'g."