Her life had been a secluded one, and though now twenty-eight years of age, her beauty had only assumed a quieter tone.

The other servants only laughed at Isabella's misfortune in losing her beautiful hair.
"Miss 'Bell needn't strut so big; she got short nappy har's well's I," said Nell, with a broad grin that showed her teeth.
"She tink she white when she cum here, wid dat long har ob hers," replied Mill.
"Yes," continued Nell, "missus make her take down her wool, so she no put it up to-day." The fairness of Isabella's complexion was regarded with envy by the servants as well as by the mistress herself.

This is one of the hard features of slavery.

To-day a woman is mistress of her own cottage; to-morrow she is sold to one who aims to make her life as intolerable as possible.

And let it be remembered that the house-servant has the best situation a slave can occupy.
But the degradation and harsh treatment Isabella experienced in her new home was nothing compared to the grief she underwent at being separated from her dear child.