CHAPTER XIV.
Charlie at Warmouth.
After the departure of Mrs.Bird to visit her sick friend, Betsey turned to Charlie and bid him follow her into the kitchen.

"I suppose you haven't been to breakfast," said she, in a patronizing manner; "if you haven't, you are just in time, as we will be done ours in a little while, and then you can have yours." Charlie silently followed her down into the kitchen, where a man-servant and the younger maid were already at breakfast; the latter arose, and was placing another plate upon the table, when Betsey frowned and nodded disapprovingly to her.

"Let him wait," whispered she; "I'm not going to eat with niggers." "Oh! he's such a nice little fellow," replied Eliza, in an undertone; "let him eat with us." Betsey here suggested to Charlie that he had better go up to the maple chamber, wash his face, and take his things out of his trunk, and that when his breakfast was ready she would call him.
"What on earth can induce you to want to eat with a nigger ?" asked Betsey, as soon as Charlie was out of hearing.

"I couldn't do it; my victuals would turn on my stomach.

I never ate at the same table with a nigger in my life." "Nor I neither," rejoined Eliza; "but I see no reason why I should not.