She was too sad and sorrowful for that.

Taking a piece of paper and a pencil, she wrote quickly.
[Illustration] 'Oh, missis! dear missis! don't think me ungrateful--don't think hard of me, anyway! I heard all you and master said to-night.

I am going to try to save my boy--you will not blame me I God bless and reward you for all your kindness!' Eliza was going to run away.
She gathered a few of Harry's clothes into a bundle, put on her hat and jacket, and went to wake him.
Poor Harry was rather frightened at being waked in the middle of the night, and at seeing his mother bending over him, with her hat and jacket on.
'What is the matter, mother ?' he said beginning to cry.
[Illustration] 'Hush,' she said, 'Harry mustn't cry or speak aloud, or they will hear us.

A wicked man was coming to take little Harry away from his mother, and carry him 'way off in the dark.

But mother won't let him.