Impulsively generous she had always been; but there was a touching and womanly thoughtfulness about her now, that every one noticed.

She still loved to play with Topsy, and the various colored children; but she now seemed rather a spectator than an actor of their plays, and she would sit for half an hour at a time, laughing at the odd tricks of Topsy,--and then a shadow would seem to pass across her face, her eyes grew misty, and her thoughts were afar.
"Mamma," she said, suddenly, to her mother, one day, "why don't we teach our servants to read ?" "What a question child! People never do." "Why don't they ?" said Eva.
"Because it is no use for them to read.

It don't help them to work any better, and they are not made for anything else." "But they ought to read the Bible, mamma, to learn God's will." "O! they can get that read to them all _they_ need." "It seems to me, mamma, the Bible is for every one to read themselves.
They need it a great many times when there is nobody to read it." "Eva, you are an odd child," said her mother.
"Miss Ophelia has taught Topsy to read," continued Eva.
"Yes, and you see how much good it does.

Topsy is the worst creature I ever saw!" "Here's poor Mammy!" said Eva.

"She does love the Bible so much, and wishes so she could read! And what will she do when I can't read to her ?" Marie was busy, turning over the contents of a drawer, as she answered, "Well, of course, by and by, Eva, you will have other things to think of besides reading the Bible round to servants.