II

The home-coming of the master brought everybody on the run to the

porch: the men in the neighboring field; the gardener, who came

bounding over his flower-beds; Aunt Dinah, drying her fat hands on her

apron, to grasp her master's; Bundy, who helped him to alight; half a

dozen pickaninnies and twice as many dogs, and last Adam and Olivia,

who came flying down the front stairs, followed by little Phil.

The Judge alighted from the gig with some difficulty, Bundy guiding

his foot so that it rested on the iron step, and helped him to the

ground. The ride had been a trying one, and the heat and dust had left

their marks on his face.

"And how about the portrait?" were his first words after kissing his

wife and child and shaking hands with Gregg. "Is it finished, and are

you pleased, my dear?"

"Yes, and it's lovely, only it's not me, I tell him."

"Not you? Who is it, then?"

"Oh, somebody twice as pretty!"

"No. It's not one-quarter, not one-tenth as beautiful!" There was a

ring in Adam's voice that showed the tribute came from his heart.

"But that's the dress and the background; and the lovely blossoms. Oh,

you'd never believe that old jar could look so well!"

"Background! Jar! Where did you sit?" He had changed his coat now, and

Bundy was brushing the dust from his trousers and shoes.

"Oh, up in the garret. You wouldn't know the place. Mr. Gregg pulled

everything round until it is the cosiest room you ever saw."

The Judge shot a quick, searching glance at Adam. Then his eye took in

the lithe, graceful figure of the young man, so buoyant with health

and strength.

"Up in the garret! Why didn't you paint it here, or in the front

room?"

"I needed a north light, sir."

"And you could only find that in a garret? I should have thought the

parlor was the place for a lady. And are you satisfied with the

result?" he asked in a more formal tone, as he dropped into a chair

and turned to Adam. The long ride had fatigued him more than he had

thought possible.

"Well, it certainly is the best thing I have ever done. The flesh

tones are purer, and the----"

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