Its _vis-a-vis_ was a range of shelves, filled with books; and on the plain deal mantelpiece stood a pair of neat China vases, decked with brilliant prairie flowers.
Before the open window was placed the table, arranged for the morning meal.

How pure the cloth looked, how clear the glass; and then the bouquet of fragrant roses which adorned the center, how homelike, fresh, and beautiful it seemed! An air of comfort--American, southern comfort--pervaded the whole.

The breakfast was brought in by a middle-aged negress, whose tidy appearance, and honest, happy, smiling face presented the best refutation of the gross slanders of our northern brethren.

I would that her daguerreotype, as she stood arranging the dishes, could be contrasted with those of the miserable, half-starved seamstresses of Boston and New York, who toil from dawn till dark, with aching head and throbbing heart, over some weary article, for which they receive the mighty recompense of a shilling.
When she had arranged every dish with great exactness, a small bell was rung; and, waiter in hand, she stood ready to attend the family.
A bright, young face appeared at the open window.
"I hope, Aunt Fanny, you have a nice breakfast.

You have no idea what an appetite my walk has given me." "Now, Miss Mary, ain't my cooking always nice ?" "Indeed, it is.