"Sometimes he don't know any of us--and it makes us all feel so bad." Here the tears came trickling down again, as she continued: "Oh, Charlie! what those white devils will have to answer for! When I think of how much injury they have done us, I _hate_ them! I know it's wrong to hate anybody--but I can't help it; and I believe God hates them as much as I do!" Charlie looked gloomy; and, as he made no rejoinder, she continued, "We didn't save a thing, not even a change of clothes; they broke and burnt up everything; and then the way they beat poor father was horrible--horrible! Just think--they chopped his fingers nearly all off, so that he has only the stumps left.

Charlie, Charlie!" she cried, wringing her hands, "it's heart-rending to see him--he can't even feed himself, and he'll never be able to work again!" "Don't grieve, Cad," said Charlie, with an effort to suppress his own tears; "I'm almost a man now," continued he, drawing himself up--"don't be afraid, I'll take care of you all!" Thus conversing, they reached Mr.Walters's.

Caddy wanted Charlie to stop and look at the damage effected by the mob upon the outside of the house, but he was anxious to go in, and ran up the steps and gave the bell a very sharp pull.

The servant who opened the door was about to make some exclamation of surprise, and was only restrained by a warning look from Charlie.

Hurrying past them, Caddy led the way to the room where her mother and Esther were sitting.