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“Now,” said Aunt Chloe, bustling about after breakfast, “I must put up yer clothes. Jes like as not, he’ll take ‘em all away. I know thar ways-mean as dirt, they is! Wal, now, yer flannels for rhumatis is in this corner; so be carful, ‘cause there won’t nobody make ye no more. Then here’s yer old shirts, and these yer is new ones. I toed off these yer stockings last night, and put de ball in ‘em to mend with. But Lor! who’ll ever mend for ye?” and Aunt Chloe, again overcome, laid her head on the box side, and sobbed. “To think on’t! no crittur to do for ye, sick or well! I don’t railly think I ought ter be good now!” The boys, having eaten everything there was on the breakfast-table, began now to take some thought of the case; and, seeing their mother crying, and their father looking very sad, began to whimper and put their hands to their eyes. Un- cle Tom had the baby on his knee, and was letting her enjoy herself to the utmost extent, scratching his face and pulling his hair, and occasionally breaking out into clamorous explosions of delight, evidently arising out of her own internal reflec- tions. “Ay, crow away, poor crittur!” said Aunt Chloe; “ye’ll have to come to it, too! ye’ll live to see yer husband sold, or mebbe be sold yerself; and these yer boys, they’s to be sold, I s’pose, too, jest like as not, when dey gets good for somethin’; an’t no use in niggers havin’ nothin’!” Here one of the boys called out, “Thar’s Missis a-comin in!” “She can’t do no good; what’s she coming for?” said Aunt Chloe. |
