I was glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together.
Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome.

By and by they fetched the niggers in and had prayers, and then everybody was off to bed.

I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it on the table.

Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use.

I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.