CHAPTER XVI.
Tom's Mistress and Her Opinions "And now, Marie," said St.Clare, "your golden days are dawning.

Here is our practical, business-like New England cousin, who will take the whole budget of cares off your shoulders, and give you time to refresh yourself, and grow young and handsome.

The ceremony of delivering the keys had better come off forthwith." This remark was made at the breakfast-table, a few mornings after Miss Ophelia had arrived.
"I'm sure she's welcome," said Marie, leaning her head languidly on her hand.

"I think she'll find one thing, if she does, and that is, that it's we mistresses that are the slaves, down here." "O, certainly, she will discover that, and a world of wholesome truths besides, no doubt," said St.Clare.
"Talk about our keeping slaves, as if we did it for our _convenience_," said Marie.

"I'm sure, if we consulted _that_, we might let them all go at once." Evangeline fixed her large, serious eyes on her mother's face, with an earnest and perplexed expression, and said, simply, "What do you keep them for, mamma ?" "I don't know, I'm sure, except for a plague; they are the plague of my life.