"He is one ob de best children I eber had taking care ob." "Don't he cry none for his mudder," enquired Elsy.
"Ob course he cry plenty de first day," she replied, "but aterwards he behabe well, for I promise him dat he mammy will come back soon.

He am a rale good chile, and I would lub to keep him wid me all time, but I 'fraid de police will get ater me for habin him." "Dat's so," remarked Elsy, "but you can take care ob him a'ter you tell de boss--you can come here and stay." "No, gal," she answered, "I can't leab me old cabin; I been libbing dar dese twelve years, and I got so used to it dat I can't sleep out ob it." "Den I will take care ob de chile for you," said Elsy, "and you can come ebery now and den and see him." "Dat's so," she, replied.

"But tell me, gal," she continued, "whar you come from ?" "I come from New Orleans, Auntie," replied Elsy.
"What bring you to Jackson ?" continued the old woman.
Elsy repeated the tale she had told Dr.Humphries and Alfred, and after she had concluded, the old woman clasped her hands as she exclaimed, "Sake alibe! what become ob your mistis and de childen ?" "I don't know, Auntie, but my New Orleans mass'r is here now, and I's been looking for dem." "Why de lady and childen dat come to my cabin was from New Orleans too," observed the old negro.
"You say you don't know de name ?" remarked Elsy.
"No, I forget," she answered; "but what name did your mistis hab ?" "Dey was name Wentworth," she replied.
"Wantworth--Wentworth," repeated the old woman.

"No, dat don't sound like de name ob de lady, but may be I forget.

What was de leetle gal name ?" she added.
"Ella," replied Elsy.
"Dat's it," exclaimed the old negro, "dat's de berry name!" "Den it was my mistis and her childen," answered Elsy, "and you say de police take her to prison for stealin." "Yes, gal," she answered, "dey take her away from de dead body ob her chile and take her to prison for stealin." "It ain't true," said Elsy, "my mistis is a born lady, and she wouldn't steal for anyting.