You are so good, after all, that there's no sense in them.

Why, the fact is, this concern belonged to a couple of drunken creatures that keep a low restaurant that I have to pass by every day, and I was tired of hearing her screaming, and them beating and swearing at her.

She looked bright and funny, too, as if something might be made of her;--so I bought her, and I'll give her to you.

Try, now, and give her a good orthodox New England bringing up, and see what it'll make of her.

You know I haven't any gift that way; but I'd like you to try." "Well, I'll do what I can," said Miss Ophelia; and she approached her new subject very much as a person might be supposed to approach a black spider, supposing them to have benevolent designs toward it.
"She's dreadfully dirty, and half naked," she said.
"Well, take her down stairs, and make some of them clean and clothe her up." Miss Ophelia carried her to the kitchen regions.
"Don't see what Mas'r St.Clare wants of 'nother nigger!" said Dinah, surveying the new arrival with no friendly air.