In the Siner cabin old Caroline Siner berated her boy The old gentleman turned around at last "You-you mean you want m-meto go with you, Cissie?" he stammered "Naw yuh don't," he warned sharply.

I reckon you seen Cissie.

"For the love of Mike, Cissie, you talk like the instructor in Sociology B!

"Well, that's true, certainly, but it won't always be like that, Cissie.

Peter Siner was too loyal to his new friendship with Cissie Dildine to allow his mother's jealous suspicions to affect him; nevertheless the old woman's observations about the turkey roaster did prevent a complete and care-free enjoyment of the meal.

Cissie might very well own a roaster.

Say, is Cissie Dildine at home?"

Cissie gave Peter a single wide-eyed glance, and then attempted to ignore the bodiless comment.

Cissie breathed fast, with open lips.

" Cissie opened her clear brown eyes.

"Of course you weren't expecting tricks!" cried Cissie, warmly.

"Still, Cissie, I ought to have used the greatest care" "I'm not talking about what you 'ought,'" stated the octoroon, crisply; "I'm talking about what you are.

" Peter glanced at Cissie.

"You didn't expect a little thing like a hundred dollars to stop me, did you?" "No-o-o," conceded Cissie, with some reserve of judgment in her tone.

You'd like Farquhar, Cissie.

White mistresses extracted the story from their black maids, and were amused by it or deprecated Cissie Dildine's morals as the mood moved them.

He had no reason to think that Cissie cared a picayune about him.

He thought of Cissie Dildine again, of walking with her among the burning maples and the golden elms.

He really ought to offer his services to Cissie, if he could do anything.

" Cissie dropped her hands with a hopeless gesture.

Cissie broke into a brief, mirthless laugh.

Cissie reached up and caught his lapel.

Before she opened the back door, Peter could hear Cissie's mother and a younger sister moving around the outside of the house to give up the arbor to Cissie and her company.

Some portion of Peter's brain that was not basking in the warmth and invitation of the girl answered quite logically: "Yes, but if I could help these people, Cissie, reconstruct our life here culturally" Cissie shook her head.

Cissie nodded, looking straight into his eyes.