I wish, now, I'd insisted on it, and married Mammy to somebody else; but I was foolish and indulgent, and didn't want to insist.

I told Mammy, at the time, that she mustn't ever expect to see him more than once or twice in her life again, for the air of father's place doesn't agree with my health, and I can't go there; and I advised her to take up with somebody else; but no--she wouldn't.

Mammy has a kind of obstinacy about her, in spots, that everybody don't see as I do." "Has she children ?" said Miss Ophelia.
"Yes; she has two." "I suppose she feels the separation from them ?" "Well, of course, I couldn't bring them.

They were little dirty things--I couldn't have them about; and, besides, they took up too much of her time; but I believe that Mammy has always kept up a sort of sulkiness about this.

She won't marry anybody else; and I do believe, now, though she knows how necessary she is to me, and how feeble my health is, she would go back to her husband tomorrow, if she only could.
I _do_, indeed," said Marie; "they are just so selfish, now, the best of them." "It's distressing to reflect upon," said St.Clare, dryly.
Miss Ophelia looked keenly at him, and saw the flush of mortification and repressed vexation, and the sarcastic curl of the lip, as he spoke.
"Now, Mammy has always been a pet with me," said Marie.