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Show 242 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN: OH, Ophelia; "at least, Auguste, Deacon Abraham Perry's wife, used to sa.y so; and she was a. grea-t nurse." "I 'II have the first junipcr-bcrric~ that get ripe in our garden by the lake brought in for that especial purpose," said St. Clare, gravely pulling the bell as ho did so; "meanwhile, cousin, you must be wanting to retire to your apu.rt4 ment, and refresh yourself a little, after your journey. Dolph," he added, "tell Mammy to como here." 'rhe decent mulatto woman whom Eva had caressed so rapturously soon entered; she was dressed neatly, with a high red and yellow tw·bon on her head, the recent gift of Eva, an<l which the child had been arronging on her head. "Mammy," soid St. Clare, "I put this lady under your care; she is tired, and wants rest ; take her to her chamber, and be sure she is made comfortable;" and Miss Ophelia disoppeared in the rear of Mammy. LIFE AMONG THE LOWLY. 243 CHAPTElt XVI. TOM'S MISTRESS .AND HER 0l'INION8. "AND now, Marie/' said St. Clare, "your golden days are dawning. Here is our practical, business-like New England cousin, who will tako the whole budget of cares off your shoulders, and give you time to refresh yourself, and grow young and handsome. Tho ceremony of delivering the keys had better como off forthwith." This remark was made at the breakfast-toble, a few mornings after Miss Ophelia had arri1•ed. " I 'm sure she's welcome," said Marie, leaning her head languidly on her bnd. "I think she'll find one thing, if she does, and that is, that it's we mistresses that are the slaves, down here.'' " 0 , certainly, she will discover that, and a world of wholesome truths besides, no doubt," soid St. Clare. " 1'alk about our keeping slaves, as if we did it for our convenience,)) said Marie. " I'm sure, if we consulted tltat, we might let them all go at once." Evangeline fixed her large, serious eyes on her mot11er's face, with an earnest and perplexed expression, and said, sim4 l'ly, "Whot do you keep them for, mamma? " " I don't know, I 'm sure, except for a plague; they are the plague of my life. I believe that more of my ill health is caused by them than by any one thing; and ours, I knmv, are the very worst that ever anybody was plagued with." c: 0, come, ::.Iaric. you 1ve got the blues, this morning," |