Yes, you right, Miss Rosie; I kin tole you 'bout her, and 'twon't break de Sabbath day.

Is yo' all hyar now ?" she asked, glancing inquiringly about.
"All but Gracie," said Rosie, glancing round the little circle in her turn.

"I wonder where she is.

Betty," to a little negro maid standing in the rear, "go and find Miss Gracie, and ask if she doesn't want to hear the stories mammy is going to tell us." "Yes, Miss Rosie, whar you s'pose Miss Gracie done gone ?" drawled the little maid, standing quite still and pulling at one of the short woolly braids scattered here and there over her head.
"I don't know.

Go and look for her," returned Rosie, somewhat imperiously.