I am sorry ...

but you must go away--you couldn't be comfortable....

Todd--" The darky started forward--both he and Aunt Jemima were crying: "Yes, Marse George." "Take the lamp and light Mr.Rutter downstairs.

To-morrow--to-morrow, Harry....

My God--think of it!--Harry home! Harry home! My Harry home!" and he turned his face to the wall.
On the way back--first to the stable, where he found that the horse had been properly cared for and his bill ready and then to his lodgings,--Todd told him the story of what had happened: At first his master had firmly intended going to the Eastern Shore--and for a long stay--for he had ordered his own and Todd's trunks packed with everything they both owned in the way of clothes.