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"Oh, do sing us something, Evy," cried Cecilia, running up to, and drawing a chair to, the instrument. "Do, Evelyn," said Caroline, languidly; "it will serve to bring one of the servants to us, and save us a journey to the offices." It was just what Evelyn wished.
Losing Evy, and rebelling like she done atterward, and Uncle Joshuay's talk, holp it along fast, and it were plain to all before winter were over that he had prophesied right, and her sight were a-going.
I've heard em tell it many a time. Dey say John Wynn had 185 slaves. Evy time it come George Washington's birthday, Old Wynn he had a feast and invite all de slaves! He celebratin! he say. He seta a long table wid all kind good tings to eat. An he count de slaves, so's to be sure dey all come. An' den he'd take an pick out one and shoot him! Den he say, "Now youse all can go 'head an eat.
Merton entered, and said so piteously, "Don't take Evy away," that Evelyn stoutly declared that she was not the least afraid of infection, and stay she must. Nay, her share in the nursing would be the more necessary since Caroline was to go to Knaresdean the next day. "But you go too, my dear Miss Cameron?" "Indeed I could not.
"But the gentleman must have a prize, too," said Sophy, proud of her tall new friend. "What's your other name; why do you have such a long, hard name?" "Call me Ernest," said Maltravers. "Why don't we begin?" cried the children. "Evy, come, be a good child, miss," said Sophy, as Evelyn, vexed and ashamed, and half ready to cry, resisted the bandage. Mr.
Maltravers at Knaresdean?" asked Mrs. Merton, anxious to change the subject, and unprepared with any other question. Evelyn was cutting out a paper horse for Sophy, who all her high spirits flown was lying on the sofa, and wistfully following her fairy fingers. "Naughty Evy, you have cut off the horse's head!" "Mr. Maltravers? No, I think not; no, he was not there.
But she knew how to give pleasure: and the basket was presented to Cecilia, that the little queen of the day might enjoy the luxury of being generous; and to prevent jealousy, the notable expedient of a lottery was suggested. "Then Evy shall be Fortune!" cried Cecilia; "nobody will be sorry to get anything from Evy, and if any one is discontented Evy sha'n't kiss her." Mrs.
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