As she passed the door of the other room, she could but stop to look in at the hard, iron features of the old creature, as she lay in slumber.

Her long black face contrasted most remarkably with the white pillow on which it was supported, her hair making her head look double its actual size, standing off from her ears and head.

One long black arm lay extended, the hand holding to the side of the bed.

Something impelled Phillis to approach.

At first she thought of her grumbling disposition, her bitter resentment for injuries, most of which were fanciful, her uncompromising dislike to the servants on the plantation.