I am going, never to come back', and Eva sobbed.
'Eva, darling, don't say such things; you are better you know.' 'No, papa, I am not any better.

I know it quite well, and I am going soon.' 'And I want to go,' she went on, 'only I don't want to leave you--it almost breaks my heart.' 'Don't, Eva, don't talk so.

What makes you so sad ?' 'I feel sad for our poor people.

I wish, papa, they were all free.

Isn't there any way to have all slaves made free ?' 'That is a difficult question, dearest.