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Waite wages for Estralla, so that he would not insist on selling her. Estralla's face had brightened instantly at Sylvia's promise. And when Sylvia explained that she had money of her very own, and even opened her writing desk and showed Estralla the shining gold pieces, the little darky's fears vanished.
Fulton, and Sylvia went slowly to her own room where Estralla was waiting for her. The little colored girl had put the room in order; there was a bright fire in the grate, the morning sunshine filled the room, and Miss Molly and Polly, smiling as usual, were in the tiny chairs behind the little round table. "Dar's gwine to be war, Missy!" Estralla declared solemnly. "Yas'm.
Unless there was a sail or a pair of oars the boat would be of little use, and even with oars and sail could she guide the boat safely to Charleston? They soon discovered that there was a pair of oars in the boat, but there was no sail or tiller. Sylvia could row, but Estralla could not be of any use.
Robert Waite would he let you stay here?" Sylvia asked eagerly. "I reckon he would, Missy. But who's a-gwine to pay wages for a pickaninny like me? Nobuddy! Missy, I'se a-gwine to run off an' hide myself 'til the Yankee soldiers comes and sets us free," said Estralla. "You can't do that. But don't be frightened, Estralla. I have thought of something. I will hire you!
Fulton went out Mrs. Carleton asked Sylvia if she was sorry to leave the school, and if she liked her schoolmates. Sylvia was eager to tell her of all the good times she had enjoyed with Grace and Flora, and declared that they were her true friends. Then she told Mrs. Carleton about Estralla, and of her resolve that the little darky girl should not be separated from Aunt Connie.
Slip off your dress." In a moment the old blue frock lay in a little heap on the floor, and Sylvia had slipped the pink dress over Estralla's head, and was fastening it. The little darky chuckled and laughed now as if she had not a trouble in the world. "Listen, Estralla! Here, pick up every bit of the pitcher and put the pieces on the chair. Nobody shall know that you broke it.
The Captain had praised and thanked Sylvia for the loyal friendship that had prompted her visit. "Mrs. Carleton and I will always remember your courage," he said, as he handed her the letter. "I am so glad I thought about it; but it was really Estralla. She said if I was black we could come," Sylvia had replied. Then the boat swung clear and headed toward Charleston.
Back and forth sounded the voices of the two girls, each one moving toward the other, for at the welcome sound of Estralla's call Sylvia had sprung up and hurried in the direction from which the voice seemed to come. It was now so nearly dusk that as they came in sight of each other they were like dark shadows. "Oh, Estralla! Where is my father?"
"I am not going to land at the big wharves," said Sylvia. "I am going to that wharf near Miss Patten's garden. And then we'll tell Uncle Peter where the Butterfly is." It was early in the afternoon when Estralla appeared at the cloor of her mammy's kitchen. "Whar on airth you been? An' whar's yo' missy?" demanded Aunt Connie. "Didn' I makes her a fine om'lit fer her dinner, an' it's ruinated."
Sylvia cried as Estralla ran toward her and flung both arms about her little mistress. "He's a-waitin' fer yo', Missy! Don' be skeered; I'se gwine to take keer of yo'." "Do you know the way back, Estralla?" asked Sylvia. "I couldn't find the fort." "No, Missy; I reckon we couldn't fin' nuthin' now, 'tis too nigh dark. But thar's a cabin an' a boat jes' over t'other side o' dis san' heap.
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