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and, with a deal of consulting and advising over every word, the composition be- gan, as they both felt very sanguine, to look quite like writing. “Yes, Uncle Tom, it really begins to look beautiful,” said Eva, gazing delight- edly on it. “How pleased your wife’ll be, and the poor little children! O, it’s a shame you ever had to go away from them! I mean to ask papa to let you go back, some time.” “Missis said that she would send down money for me, as soon as they could get it together,” said Tom. “I’m ‘spectin’ she will. Young Mas’r George, he said he’d come for me; and he gave me this yer dollar as a sign;” and Tom drew from under his clothes the precious dollar. “O, he’ll certainly come, then!” said Eva. “I’m so glad!” “And I wanted to send a letter, you know, to let ‘em know whar I was, and tell poor Chloe that I was well off,- ‘cause she felt so drefful, poor soul!” “I say, Tom!” said St. Clare’s voice, coming in the door at this moment. Tom and Eva both started. “What’s here?” said St. Clare, coming up and looking at the slate. “O, it’s Tom’s letter. I’m helping him to write it,” said Eva; “isn’t it nice?” “I wouldn’t discourage either of you,” said St. Clare, “but I rather think, Tom, you’d better get me to write your letter for you. I’ll do it, when I come home from my ride.” |