CHAPTER XIV. ROXANA INSISTS UPON REFORM
The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world’s luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took: we know it because she repented. —Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar.
About the time that Wilson was bowing the committee out, Pembroke Howard was entering the next house to report. He found the old Judge sitting grim and straight in his chair, waiting.
“ Well, Howard—the news?”
“ The best in the world.”
“ Accepts, does he?” and the light of battle gleamed joyously in the Judge’s eye.
“ Accepts? Why, he jumped at it.”
“ Did, did he? Now that’s fine
