She's going to put on her little boy's cap and coat, and run off with him, so the ugly man can't catch him.' Harry stopped crying at once, and was good and quiet as a little mouse, while his mother dressed him.

When he was ready, she lifted him in her arms, and crept softly out of the house.
It was a beautiful, clear, starlight night, but very cold, for it was winter-time.

Eliza ran quickly to Uncle Tom's cottage, and tapped on the window.
Aunt Chloe was not asleep, so she jumped up at once, and opened the door.

She was very much astonished to see Eliza standing there with Harry in her arms.

Uncle Tom followed her to the door, and was very much astonished too.
'I'm running away, Uncle Tom and Aunt Chloe--carrying off my child,' said Eliza.