We will go to Savannah.

My colored laundress there has a chamber above her wash-room where you will be better concealed than in more genteel lodgings.

I will come back here to arrange things, and in a few days I will return to you and take you to my Northern home." The necessary arrangements were soon made; and when Flora was transformed into Miss Welby, she smiled very faintly as she remarked, "How queer it seems to be always running away." "This is the last time, my child," replied Mrs.Delano.

"I will keep my little bird carefully under my wings." When Flora was in the boat, hand in hand with her new friend, and no one visible whom she had ever seen before, her excitement began to subside, but sadness increased.

In her terror the poor child had scarcely thought of anything except the necessity of escaping somewhere.