There was no sign of Mrs.Wentworth.
"No missy," she said to Ella, "your mammy is not coming yet." "Oh, I do wish she would come," remarked the little girl.
"Lie still, darlin'," the old woman answered.

"Your mammy will come back directly." The child lay still for several minutes, but her mother came not and she felt that before many hours she would cease to live.
"Look again, granny, and see if mother is coming," she again requested, and in a fainter tone.
The old woman looked out once more, but still there was no sign of Mrs.Wentworth.
"Neber mind, darlin' your mammy will cum directly," she said, and then added.

"Let me know what you want and I will git it for you." "I don't want anything, granny," Ella answered, and remained silent for a moment, when she continued: "Granny aint I going to die ?" The old negro looked at her for a moment, and a tear stole down her withered features.

She could not answer, for ignorant and uneducated as she was, the signs which betoken the parting of the soul from the body, were too apparent, not to be easily recognized.
"Poh chile," she muttered, as she turned her head and brushed away the falling tear.
"Answer me, granny," said Ella.

"I am not afraid to die, but I would like to bid mother good-bye, before I went to Heaven." "Don't tink of sich tings chile'" observed the old woman.