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She would gladly have stopped at the door to listen, as she came out; but her mistress just then calling, she was obliged to hasten away. Still she thought she heard the trader make an offer for her boy;- could she be mistaken? Her heart swelled and throbbed, and she involuntarily strained him so tight that the little fellow looked up into her face in astonishment. “Eliza, girl, what ails you to-day?” said her mistress, when Eliza had upset the wash-pitcher, knocked down the work-stand, and finally was abstractedly offering her mistress a long night-gown in place of the silk dress she had ordered her to bring from the wardrobe. Eliza started. “O missis!” she said, raising her eyes; then bursting into tears, she sat down in a chair and began sobbing. “Why, Eliza, child! what ails you?” said her mistress. “O! missis, missis,” said Eliza, “there’s been a trader talking with master in the parlor! I heard him.” “Well, silly child, suppose there has.” “O, missis, do you suppose mas’r would sell my Harry?” And the poor crea- ture threw herself into a chair, and sobbed convulsively. “Sell him! No, you foolish girl! You know your master never deals with those southern traders, and never means to sell any of his servants, as long as they be- have well. Why, you silly child, who do you think would want to buy your Harry? Do you think all the world are set on him as you are, you goosie? Come, cheer |
