He drew his breath short, and stood in silence.

His wife, and their only colored domestic, old Aunt Dinah, were busily engaged in restorative measures; while old Cudjoe had got the boy on his knee, and was busy pulling off his shoes and stockings, and chafing his little cold feet.
"Sure, now, if she an't a sight to behold!" said old Dinah, compassionately; "'pears like 't was the heat that made her faint.
She was tol'able peart when she cum in, and asked if she couldn't warm herself here a spell; and I was just a-askin' her where she cum from, and she fainted right down.

Never done much hard work, guess, by the looks of her hands." "Poor creature!" said Mrs.Bird, compassionately, as the woman slowly unclosed her large, dark eyes, and looked vacantly at her.

Suddenly an expression of agony crossed her face, and she sprang up, saying, "O, my Harry! Have they got him ?" The boy, at this, jumped from Cudjoe's knee, and running to her side put up his arms.

"O, he's here! he's here!" she exclaimed.
"O, ma'am!" said she, wildly, to Mrs.Bird, "do protect us! don't let them get him!" "Nobody shall hurt you here, poor woman," said Mrs.Bird, encouragingly.
"You are safe; don't be afraid." "God bless you!" said the woman, covering her face and sobbing; while the little boy, seeing her crying, tried to get into her lap.
With many gentle and womanly offices, which none knew better how to render than Mrs.Bird, the poor woman was, in time, rendered more calm.
A temporary bed was provided for her on the settle, near the fire; and, after a short time, she fell into a heavy slumber, with the child, who seemed no less weary, soundly sleeping on her arm; for the mother resisted, with nervous anxiety, the kindest attempts to take him from her; and, even in sleep, her arm encircled him with an unrelaxing clasp, as if she could not even then be beguiled of her vigilant hold.
Mr.and Mrs.Bird had gone back to the parlor, where, strange as it may appear, no reference was made, on either side, to the preceding conversation; but Mrs.Bird busied herself with her knitting-work, and Mr.Bird pretended to be reading the paper.
"I wonder who and what she is!" said Mr.Bird, at last, as he laid it down.
"When she wakes up and feels a little rested, we will see," said Mrs.
Bird.
"I say, wife!" said Mr.Bird after musing in silence over his newspaper.
"Well, dear!" "She couldn't wear one of your gowns, could she, by any letting down, or such matter?
She seems to be rather larger than you are." A quite perceptible smile glimmered on Mrs.Bird's face, as she answered, "We'll see." Another pause, and Mr.Bird again broke out, "I say, wife!" "Well! What now ?" "Why, there's that old bombazin cloak, that you keep on purpose to put over me when I take my afternoon's nap; you might as well give her that,--she needs clothes." At this instant, Dinah looked in to say that the woman was awake, and wanted to see Missis.
Mr.and Mrs.Bird went into the kitchen, followed by the two eldest boys, the smaller fry having, by this time, been safely disposed of in bed.
The woman was now sitting up on the settle, by the fire.