Uncle Tom had the baby on his knee, and was letting her enjoy herself to the utmost extent, scratching his face and pulling his hair, and occasionally breaking out into clamorous explosions of delight, evidently arising out of her own internal reflections.
"Ay, crow away, poor crittur!" said Aunt Chloe; "ye'll have to come to it, too! ye'll live to see yer husband sold, or mebbe be sold yerself; and these yer boys, they's to be sold, I s'pose, too, jest like as not, when dey gets good for somethin'; an't no use in niggers havin' nothin'!" Here one of the boys called out, "Thar's Missis a-comin' in!" "She can't do no good; what's she coming for ?" said Aunt Chloe.
Mrs.Shelby entered.

Aunt Chloe set a chair for her in a manner decidedly gruff and crusty.

She did not seem to notice either the action or the manner.

She looked pale and anxious.
"Tom," she said, "I come to--" and stopping suddenly, and regarding the silent group, she sat down in the chair, and, covering her face with her handkerchief, began to sob.
"Lor, now, Missis, don't--don't!" said Aunt Chloe, bursting out in her turn; and for a few moments they all wept in company.

And in those tears they all shed together, the high and the lowly, melted away all the heart-burnings and anger of the oppressed.