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 live in the country they're all pride—with nothing to pride over, either.—True they've got a lot of old names in their families. But they've got other things too, and one of them's Park Lauriston."

"Evidently you don't like the family," Bennet remarked drily.

"Why should I? Didn't Park Lauriston throw me off his land last year? Me, an old woman, who'd befriended his family and nursed his children after their mother died and cared for them? No, I put a curse on the family. Let Lida marry Young John Marley. When they're married I'll tell them a thing or two that'll curse them all. The whole brood."

The car was gliding along quietly and came to a clearing off the road at the back of which nestled a small house from whose chimney arose smoke suggesting that the evening meal was in process.

"That's my house," Mrs. Gorton indicated.

They turned into the roadway leading up to it and drove up to the little garden patch with its path leading to the door behind a lattice covered with roses. The sun was setting in a large red ball through the trees, while far off to the east, over the woods darkness began to creep up the sky. There was a sound of cutting wood in the distance, with a rich voice yodling an evening tune in tempo with each axe-blow, as the echoes carried both from forest patch to forest patch across the cotton fields.

"Better come in and eat with us. Not much of a table but what I have you're welcome to. Besides, you can't