What is the matter with my little one ?" said the negress.

As she spoke, the fearful sound was heard again.
"O Tulee, what is that ?" she exclaimed, all of a tremble.
"That is only Jack," she replied.
"Who's Jack ?" quickly asked the nervous little maiden.
"Why, the jackass, my puppet," answered Tulee.

"Massa Gerald bought him for you and Missy Rosy to ride.

In hot weather there's so many snakes about in the woods, he don't want ye to walk." "What does he make that horrid noise for ?" asked Flora, somewhat pacified.
"Because he was born with music in him, like the rest of ye," answered Tulee, laughing.
She assisted her darling to undress, arranged her pillows, and kissed her cheek just as she had kissed it ever since the rosy little mouth had learned to speak her name.

Then she sat by the bedside talking over things that had happened since they parted.
"So you were put up at auction and sold!" exclaimed Flora.