Dick, seeing that Annie was growing very nervous, as they neared their destination, had ridden all the way by the side of the cart, chatting cheerfully with her.
"Why, Annie," he said, "you look as solemn as if you were just going into slavery, instead of having escaped from it." "It is not that I feel solemn, Dick.

It is that everything is so new and strange.

Of course, after your saving my life, I have never felt that you were a stranger, and as long as there were only you and Surajah, I did not mind, and I have felt quite at home with you.

But now that I am going to a new place, where I don't know anyone, I can't help feeling desolate." "You will feel quite as much at home with them, in twenty-four hours, as you have done with me, Annie.

You are tired now, and quite worn out with your journey, and so you take a gloomy view of things.