I should be so lonely without you." "Dere's a frien' dat sticks closer dan a brudder.

He will be wid yer in de sixt' trial, an' in de sebbent' he'll not fo'sake yer." "Yes," answered Iola, "I know that.

He is all our dependence.

But I can't help grieving when I see you suffering so.

But, dear friend, be quiet, and try to go to sleep." "I'll do enythin' fer yer, Miss Iola." Tom closed his eyes and lay quiet.