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In the evening came the promised confession; and both Mammy and Jane were rendered almost dumb by these dreadful instances of depravity. Such secret and unsuspected visits to the store-room pantry such conspiracies against locks and bolts such scaling of walls, and climbing in at windows, were never heard of before.

"C a t, cat," she continued firmly. "C a t, cat," shrilled all five. "P o i s o n, poison; that is the last word." "P o i s o n, poison," finished the tired little scholars with a sigh. "Very good," smiled Mother Graymouse. "Very good, indeed! School is dismissed. You may run out and play." Buster waved his paw high. "Please, Mammy, I've made a new song. May I sing it now?"

Elsie complied, adding at the close of the quotation, "Such precious words! How often you and I have rejoiced over them together, mammy!" "'Deed we hab, honey; an' we's gwine rejoice in dem togeder beside de great white throne. Now yo' go an' take yo' res', darlin', an' de Lawd gib yo' sweet sleep."

Mammy gave a big comfortable laugh as the Doctor took the tray from her hands and the children thanked her heartily, while little Rap smiled hopefully on seeing that there were six buns on the plate that meant one for each and two for the Doctor, he thought.

But she fitted the condition of her day, and in her place she stood, where the beloved black mammy of a gentler mold would have fallen. She announced that her name was Daniel Boone, which Uncle Esmond considered well enough for one of such a westward-roving nature.

Mammy, don't cry, I am so sorry; but what is this?" said she, as the little bundle of flannel began to stir. "That is poor Agnes' baby." "Agnes' baby? Why, I didn't know that Agnes had a baby. Do let me see it?" Tenderly the grandmother unfolded the wrappings, and presented the little stranger.

But neither the cheerfulness of the fire, nor the conversation with her father and Mammy could dispel the strange feeling of some impending calamity. Leaving Jean standing upon the shore, Dane settled down to work and headed the canoe for the main channel. His time of idleness was now over, and he knew that stern duty lay ahead.

But when "mammy," who then gained enough for herself, patted his head and called him "good boy," and bade him save for his own uses, and told him what a great thing it would be if he could lay by a pretty penny against he was a man, he turned miser on his own account; and the miserable luxury grew upon him.

"Mammy, tell Uncle Ben that Mr. Clarence will be here for tea. We must have a feast for him. Pa said that they could not hold them." "Where is Comyn?" inquired Mrs. Colfax. "Has he gone down to see Clarence?" "He went to Jefferson City last night," replied Virginia. "The Governor sent for him." Mrs. Colfax exclaimed in horror at this news. "Do you mean that he has deserted us?" she cried.

And there was an air of such homely comfort, after all, about the big rooms, such a fragrance of flowers, and flood of sunny fresh air, that the whole effect was not half as bad as it might be imagined; indeed, when Mammy Curry, the magnificent old negress who was supreme in the kitchen and respected in the nursery as well, came in with her stiff white apron and silver tea-tray, she seemed to fit into the picture, and add a completing touch to the whole.