"She has been a trusted servant in our family nearly all her life.

But some negroes have very queer ideas about taking certain things, and I suppose Aunt Patsy had some particular reason for taking those shoes, for, of course, they could be of no value to her." "I am very sorry," said Lawrence, "that such sacred relics should have come into my possession, but I must admit that I would not like to give them back to your aunt." "Oh, no," said Annie, "that would never do; and I wouldn't dare to try to find her box, and put them in it.

It would seem like a desecration for any hand but her own to touch those things." "That is true," said Lawrence, "and you might get yourself into a lot of trouble by endeavoring to repair the mischief.

Before I leave here, we may think of some plan of disposing of the little trotters.

It might be well to give them back to Aunt Patsy and tell her to restore them." "I don't know," said Miss Annie, with a slowness of reply, and an irrelevance of demeanor, which indicated she was not thinking of the words she was speaking.
The sun was now very near the horizon, and that evening coolness which, in the autumn, comes on so quickly after the sunshine fades out of the air, made Lawrence give a little shrug with his shoulders.