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What can I do?" and Sylvia was out of bed in a second, standing close beside the little colored girl. "I dunno, Missy Sylvia. I 'spec' dar ain't nuffin' you kin do. But you has been mighty good to me," Estralla replied. "It's mighty hard to go off and leave my mammy an' never see you-all no more, Missy Sylvia. I dunno whar I'll be sent." "Estralla, if you were earning wages for Mr.
But I'se gwine to git you safe home. You do jes' as I tell you an' you'll be safe back with your mammy by ter-morrow!" she declared. "You lay down and keep your eyes tight shut till I comes back," she added, and Sylvia, tired and frightened, obeyed. The schooner was now coming to her landing at Fort Sumter. Estralla managed to get on deck without being noticed.
But, you see, I have a man who attends to the names, and all that, of my negroes. But perhaps you can tell me who Estralla is?" replied Mr. Waite. "If you please, sir, she is Aunt Connie's little girl, and she lives with us, and I like her, and I thought " began Sylvia, but Mr. Waite raised his hand, and she stopped suddenly. "I see! I see! You want her to wait upon you. I see. Quite right.
She had persuaded her mother to bring her to Charleston that she might bid Sylvia good-bye, and now they would hasten back to the country, for Charleston might be attacked by United States ships of war, and was no longer a place of safety. The Fultons now entered the carriage. Aunt Connie and Estralla were the only members of the party who were smiling and happy.
And now you take this wet towel and your dress and spread them somewhere outdoors to dry. You can tell your mammy I gave you the dress. Now, run quick. My mother may come." Estralla stood quite still looking at Sylvia. She had stopped laughing. "Will you' mammy scold you 'bout dat pitcher?" she asked. "I don't know. Anyway, nobody shall know that you broke it. You won't be whipped.
Sylvia could see her father's boat close to the wharf near the warehouse. "I wish I could take that boat and carry Estralla off to Fort Sumter," she thought. A good-natured negro led her to Mr. Fulton's office, and before her father could say a word Sylvia was in the midst of her story.
Miss Rosalie stood up, and rested her hand on Sylvia's shoulder. "And so you would not tell, or complain about your schoolmates?" Then without waiting for a reply, she leaned over and kissed Sylvia. "That is right, dear child. I am proud to have you as a pupil. Now," and she turned to Estralla, "you run home as fast as you can go. Your young mistress is not being punished, and will not be.
Her father had said that she might ask Grace to go sailing with them in the Butterfly in a day or two; and now Sylvia resolved to ask if she might not ask Flora as well, and perhaps Estralla could go, too. So it was no wonder that she ran up-stairs singing: "There's a good time coming, It's almost here,"
But she made no reply, and soon hurried to the cabin where Estralla was waiting for her. It was still early in the forenoon when two little negro girls, one carrying a large package wrapped in a newspaper, appeared at the wharf where the Butterfly was moored. Uncle Peter was not to be seen. But he had just left the boat, whose sail had not even been lowered, and the two girls hurried on board.
I jes' love Missy Sylvia," replied the little girl, now all smiles, and forgetting how nearly she had come to serious trouble. Nothing more was said to Sylvia about the broken pitcher; but when Jennie put the room in order, and brought down the broken pieces, Aunt Connie exclaimed: "Good massy! It's a good thing my Estralla didn't do that! I'd 'a' cuffed her well, I su'ly would."
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