For a while, she would perch like a canary-bird on some box or package near Tom, while busy in the little arts afore-named, and take from him, with a kind of grave bashfulness, the little articles he offered.

But at last they got on quite confidential terms.
"What's little missy's name ?" said Tom, at last, when he thought matters were ripe to push such an inquiry.
"Evangeline St.Clare," said the little one, "though papa and everybody else call me Eva.

Now, what's your name ?" "My name's Tom; the little chil'en used to call me Uncle Tom, way back thar in Kentuck." "Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like you," said Eva.

"So, Uncle Tom, where are you going ?" "I don't know, Miss Eva." "Don't know ?" said Eva.
"No, I am going to be sold to somebody.

I don't know who." "My papa can buy you," said Eva, quickly; "and if he buys you, you will have good times.