But perhaps she's not well." "Dunno, missus; she's always 'plaining ob de misery in her back, an' misery in her head; but don't ebery one hab a misery, some kind, most days?
an' go on workin' all de same.

No, missus, Suse she powerful lazy ole nigga." With that Phillis retired, and shortly after, tea was announced as ready.
Elsie played the part of hostess to perfection, presiding over the tea-urn with ease and grace, and pressing upon her father the numerous dainties with which the table was loaded.

She seemed to have recovered her spirits, and as she sat there gayly chatting--of the room, which pleased her as entirely as the other, and of her plans for usefulness and pleasure during her stay, he thought he had never seen her look happier or more beautiful.
"What rooms have you prepared for your mistress, Aunt Phillis ?" asked Mr.
Dinsmore, as they rose from the table.
"De same whar she was born, massa, an' whar her dear bressed ma stay when she livin' heyah." A slight shadow stole over Elsie's bright face.

"That was right," she said, low and softly.

"I should prefer them to any others.