The little chil'en at my old home used to call me Uncle Tom.' 'Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom, because, you see, I like you,' said Eva.

'So, Uncle Tom, where are you going ?' 'I don't know, Miss Eva.' 'Don't know ?' said Eva.
'No.

I'm going to be sold to somebody.

I don't know who.' 'My papa can buy you, said Eva quickly.

'If he buys you you will have good times.