They were all on board before Mrs.Delano had time to reflect.

Tom was nowhere to be seen.

On one side of her stood Chloe, with two little ones clinging to her skirts, looking at her imploringly with those great fervid eyes, and saying in suppressed tones, "Missis, dey's gwine to sell me away from de chillen"; and on the other side was Flora, pressing her hand, and entreating, "Don't send her back, Mamita! She was _so_ good to poor Rosa." "But, my dear, if they should trace her to me, it would be a very troublesome affair," said the perplexed lady.
"They won't look for her in New Orleans.

They'll think she's gone North," urged Flora.
During this whispered consultation, Mr.Jacobs approached with some of their baggage.

Mrs.Delano stopped him, and said: "When you register our names, add a negro servant and her two children." He looked surprised, but bowed and asked no questions.