"Poor Tulee! how dreadfully I should have felt to see you there! But Gerald bought you; and I suppose you like to belong to _him_." "Ise nothin' to complain of Massa Gerald," she answered; "but I'd like better to belong to myself." "So you'd like to be free, would you ?" asked Flora.
"To be sure I would," said Tulee.

"Yo like it yerself, don't ye, little missy ?" Then, suddenly recollecting what a narrow escape her young lady had had from the auction-stand, she hastened with intuitive delicacy to change the subject.

But the same thought had occurred to Flora; and she fell asleep, thinking how Tulee's wishes could be gratified.
When morning floated upward out of the arms of night, in robe of brightest saffron, the aspect of everything was changed.

Floracita sprang out of bed early, eager to explore the surroundings of their new abode.

The little lawn looked very beautiful, sprinkled all over with a variety of wild-flowers, in whose small cups dewdrops glistened, prismatic as opals.