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“See there!” said Jane, pointing to the marks, “don’t that show she’s a limb? We’ll have fine works with her, I reckon. I hate these nigger young’uns! so dis- gusting! I wonder that Mas’r would buy her!” The “young ‘un” alluded to hear all these comments with a subdued and dole- ful air which seemed habitual to her, only scanning, with a keen and furtive glance of her flickering eyes, the ornaments which Jane wore in her ears. When arrayed, at last, in a suit of decent and whole clothing, her hair cropped short to her head, Miss Ophelia, with some satisfaction, said she looked more Christianlike than she did, and in her own mind began to mature some plans for her instruction. Sitting down before her, she began to question her. “How old are you, Topsy “Dun no, Missis,” said the image, with a grin that showed all her teeth. “Don’t know how old you are? Didn’t anybody ever tell you? Who was your mother?” “Never had none!” said the child with another grin. “Never had any mother? What do you mean? Where were you born?” “Never was born!” persisted Topsy, with another grin, that looked so goblin- like, that, if Miss Ophelia had been at all nervous, she might have fancied that she |
