will  find  a  large  envelope,  marked  '  Briffault.'  That
is  it.  Now  look  at  the  design.  It  is  drawn  by  an
excellent  architect — the  young  man  who  accompa-
nied Jarvey  on  his  last  visit.  This  little  drawing-
room  and  conservatory,  with  the  rooms  above,  ]
intended  for  Mary's  own  use ;  this  wing  for  the
boys.  Cassia  will  not  like  to  change  now,  but  there
is  a  sitting-room  added  to  her  suite,  and  a  veranda  at
the  west  side.  And,  Kay,  all  that  painters  and  up-
holsterers can  do  to  make  the  home  fair  must  be
done.  I  spoiled  the  pretty  things  you  bought  her  at
your  marriage.  I  will  gladly  give  her,  in  atonement
for  the  wrong,  a  hundredfold.  The  house  is  for
Cassia.  Spend  generously  upon  it.  O,  Ray,  what  a
good  woman  she  is!  No  dwelling-place  can  be  too
beautiful  for  her."

In  a  few  days  after  this  conversation  the  Briffault
premises  were  full  of  mechanics — plasterers,  brick-
layers, carpenters,  whitewashes,  etc. — and  the  long
rows  of  cabins  were  put  in  comfortable  order.  They
stood  face  to  face,  arid  were  deeply  shaded  by  a  row
of  large  live  oaks,  from  which  hung,  in  long-un-
trimmed  luxuriance,  waving  banners  of  gray  moss.
Madam  sat  at  her  window,  and  watched  the  repairs
going  on,  until  the  little  dwellings  glinted  white
as  snow  through  their  green  awnings  of  leaves  and
moss.
