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It was towards the middle of the afternoon, as she was so reclining,- her Bible half open, her little transparent fingers lying listlessly between the leaves,- sud- denly she heard her mother’s voice, in sharp tones, in the verandah. “What now, you baggage!- what new piece of mischief! You’ve been picking the flowers, hey?” and Eva heard the sound of a smart slap. “Law, Missis!- they’s for Miss Eva,” she heard a voice say, which she knew belonged to Topsy. “Miss Eva! A pretty excuse!- you suppose she wants your flowers, you good- for- nothing nigger? Get along off with you!” In a moment, Eva was off from her lounge, and in the verandah. “O, don’t, mother! I should like the flowers; do give them to me; I want them!” “Why, Eva, your room is full now.” “I can’t have too many,” said Eva. “Topsy, do bring them here.” Topsy, who had stood sullenly, holding down her head, now came up and of- fered her flowers. She did it with a look of hesitation and bashfulness, quite un- like the eldrich boldness and brightness which was usual with her. “It’s a beautiful bouquet!” said Eva, looking at it. |
