"If I was Mas'r St.Clare, I'd whip her till the blood run.

I would,--I'd let her catch it!" "No, no Rosa," said Eva, with an air of command, which the child could assume at times; "you mustn't talk so, Rosa.

I can't bear to hear it." "La sakes! Miss Eva, you 's so good, you don't know nothing how to get along with niggers.

There's no way but to cut 'em well up, I tell ye." "Rosa!" said Eva, "hush! Don't you say another word of that sort!" and the eye of the child flashed, and her cheek deepened its color.
Rosa was cowed in a moment.
"Miss Eva has got the St.Clare blood in her, that's plain.

She can speak, for all the world, just like her papa," she said, as she passed out of the room.
Eva stood looking at Topsy.
There stood the two children representatives of the two extremes of society.