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“O, Miss Eva, don’t see how I can live without ye, nohow!” said the faithful creature. “’Pears like it’s just taking everything off the place to oncet!” and Mammy gave way to a passion of grief. Miss Ophelia pushed her and Tom gently from the apartment, and thought they were all gone; but, as she turned, Topsy was standing there. “Where did you start up from?” she said, suddenly. “I was here,” said Topsy, wiping the tears from her eyes. “O Miss Eva, I’ve been a bad girl; but won’t you give me one, too?” “Yes, poor Topsy! to be sure, I will. There-every time you look at that, think that I love you, and wanted you to be a good girl!” “O Miss Eva, I is tryin’!” said Topsy, earnestly; “but, Lor, it’s so hard to be good! ‘Pears like I an’t used to it, no ways!” “Jesus knows it, Topsy; He is sorry for you; He will help you.” Topsy, with her eyes hid in her apron, was silently passed from the apartment by Miss Ophelia; but, as she went, she hid the precious curl in her bosom. All being gone, Miss Ophelia shut the door. That worthy lady had wiped away many tears of her own, during the scene; but concerned for the consequence of such an excitement to her young charge was uppermost in her mind. St. Clare had been sitting, during the whole time, with his hand shading his eyes, in the same attitude. When they were all gone, he sat so still. |
