"No wonder, after all you have gone through, my poor child!" Rosa clasped her round the neck, and murmured, "O my dear friend, I _am_ tired, _so_ tired!" Madame led her to the settee, and arranged her head comfortably on its pillows.

Then, giving her a motherly kiss, she said, "Rest, darling, while Tulee and I look after the boxes." When they had all passed into another room, she threw up her hands and exclaimed: "How she's changed! How thin and pale she is! How large her eyes look! But she's beautiful as an angel." "I never see Missy Rosy but once when she wasn't beautiful as an angel," said Tulee; "and that was the night Massa Duroy told her she was sold to Massa Bruteman.

Then she looked as if she had as many devils as that Mary Magdalene Massa Royal used to read about o' Sundays." "No wonder, poor child!" exclaimed Madame.

"But I hope the little one is some comfort to her." "She ha'n't taken much notice of him, or anything else, since Massa Duroy told her that news," rejoined Tulee.
Madame took the baby and tried to look into its face as well as the lopping motions of its little head would permit.

"I shouldn't think she'd have much comfort in looking at it," said she; "for it's the image of its father; but the poor little dear ain't to blame for that." An animated conversation followed concerning what had happened since Tulee went away,--especially the disappearance of Flora.