"Oh!" retracted Eleanor. Then: "What's his name? Maybe father could cure him." "He name Lance. Marse David Lance." Why should Miss Jinny jump? "David Lance? It can't be, Aunt Basha." With no words Aunt Basha began hauling up her skirts and Eleanor, remembering Mr. Davidson's face, went into gales of laughter. Aunt Basha baited, looked at her with an inquiring gaze of adoration. "Yas'm, my young miss. He name dat. I done put the cyard in my ridicule. Yas'm, it's here." The antique bead purse was opened and Lance's card was presented to Miss Jinny. "Eleanor! This is too wonderful--look!" Eleanor looked, and read: "Mr. David Pendleton Lance." "Why, Grandmother, it's Dad's name--David Pendleton Cabell. And the Lance--" Mrs. Cabell, stronger on genealogy than the younger generation, took up the wandering thread. "The 'Lance' is my mother's maiden name--Virginia Lance she was. And her brother was David Pendleton Lance. I named your father for him because he was born on the day my young uncle was killed, in the battle of Shiloh." "Well, then--who's this sailing around with our family name?" "Who is he? But he must be our close kin, Eleanor. My Uncle David left--that's it. His wife came from California and she went out there again to live with her baby. I hadn't heard of them for years. Why, Eleanor, this boy's father must have been--my first cousin. My young Uncle David's baby. Those years of trouble after we left home wiped out so much. I lost track--but that doesn't matter now. Aunt Basha," spoke Miss Jinny in a quick, efficient voice, which suddenly recalled the blooming and businesslike mother of the young brood of years ago, "Aunt Basha, where can I find your young Marse David?" Aunt Basha smiled radiantly and shook her head. "Cayn't fin' him, honey? I done tried, and he warn't dar." "Wasn't where?" "At de orfice, Miss Jinny." "At what office?" "Why, de _Daybreak_ orfice, cose, Miss Jinny. What yether orfice he gwine be at?" "Oh!" Miss Jinny followed with ease the windings of the African mind.