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“I don’t understand you； Chloe；” said Mrs。 Shelby； nothing doubting； from her knowledge of Chloe’s manner； that she had heard every word of the conversation that had passed between her and her husband。
“Why； laws me； Missis！” said Chloe； laughing again； “other folks hires out der niggers and makes money on ’em！ Don’t keep sich a tribe eatin ’em out of house and home。”
“Well； Chloe； who do you propose that we should hire out？”
“Laws！ I an’t a proposin nothin； only Sam he said der was one of dese yer perfectioners； dey calls ’em； in Louisville； said he wanted a good hand at cake and pastry； and said he’d give four dollars a week to one； he did。”
“Well； Chloe。”
“Well； laws； I ’s a thinkin； Missis； it’s time Sally was put along to be doin’ something。 Sally ’s been under my care； now； dis some time； and she does most as well as me； considerin； and if Missis would only let me go； I would help fetch up de money。 I an’t afraid to put my cake； nor pies nother； ’long side no perfectioner’s。
“Confectioner’s； Chloe。”
“Law sakes； Missis！ ’tan’t no odds；—words is so curis； can’t never get ’em right！”
“But； Chloe； do you want to leave your children？”
“Laws； Missis！ de boys is big enough to do day’s works； dey does well enough； and Sally； she’ll take de baby；—she’s such a peart young un； she won’t take no lookin arter。”
“Louisville is a good way off。”
“Law sakes！ who’s afeard？—it’s down river； somer near my old man； perhaps？” said Chloe； speaking the last in the tone of a question； and looking at Mrs。 Shelby。
“No； Chloe； it’s many a hundred miles off；” said Mrs。 Shelby。
Chloe’s countenance fell。
“Never mind； your going there shall bring you nearer； Chloe。 Yes； you may go； and your wages shall every cent of them be laid aside for your husband’s redemption。”
As when a bright sunbeam turns a dark cloud to silver； so Chloe’s dark face brightened immediately；—it really shone。
“Laws！ if Missis isn’t too good！ I was thinking of dat ar very thing； cause I shouldn’t need no clothes； nor shoes； nor nothin；—I could save every cent。 How many weeks is der in a year； Missis？”
“Fifty…two；” said Mrs。 Shelby。
“Laws！ now； dere is？ and four dollars for each on em。 Why； how much ’d dat ar be？”
“Two hundred and eight dollars；” said Mrs。 Shelby。
“Why…e！” said Chloe； with an acoment of surprise and delight； “and how long would it take me to work it out； Missis？”
“Some four or five years； Chloe； but； then； you needn’t do it all；—I shall add something to it。”
“I wouldn’t hear to Missis’ givin lessons nor nothin。 Mas’r’s quite right in dat ar；—’t wouldn’t do； no ways。 I hope none our family ever be brought to dat ar； while I ’s got hands。”
“Don’t fear； Chloe； I’ll take care of the honor of the family；” said Mrs。 Shelby； smiling。 “But when do you expect to go？”
“Well； I want spectin nothin； only Sam； he’s a gwine to de river with some colts； and he said I could go long with him； so I jes put my things together。 If Missis was willin； I’d go with Sam tomorrow morning； if Missis would write my pass； and write me a commendation。”
“Well； Chloe； I’ll attend to it； if Mr。 Shelby has no objections。 I must speak to him。”
Mrs。 Shelby went up stairs； and Aunt Chloe； delighted； went out to her cabin； to make her preparation。
“Law sakes； Mas’r George！ ye didn’t know I ’s a gwine to Louisville tomorrow！” she said to George； as entering her cabin； he found her busy in sorting over her baby’s clothes。 “I thought I’d jis look over sis’s things； and get ’em straightened up。 But I’m gwine； Mas’r George；—gwine to have four dollars a week； and Missis is gwine to lay it all up； to buy back my old man agin！”
“Whew！” said George； “here’s a stroke of business； to be sure！ How are you going？”
“Tomorrow； wid Sam。 And now； Mas’r George； I knows you’ll jis sit down and write to my old man； and tell him all about it；—won’t ye？”
“To be sure；” said George； “Uncle Tom’ll be right glad to hear from us。 I’ll go right in the house； for paper and ink； and then； you know； Aunt Chloe； I can tell about the new colts and all。”
“Sartin； sartin； Mas’r George； you go ’long； and I’ll get ye up a bit o’ chicken； or some sich； ye won’t have many more suppers wid yer poor old aunty。”
Chapter 22
“The Grass Withereth—the Flower Fadeth”
Life passes； with us all； a day at a time； so it passed with our friend Tom； till two years were gone。 Though parted from all his soul held dear； and though often yearning for what lay beyond； still was he never positively and consciously miserable； for； so well is the harp of human feeling strung； that nothing but a crash that breaks every string can wholly mar its harmony； and； on looking back to seasons which in review appear to us as those of deprivation and trial； we can remember that each hour； as it glided； brought its diversions and alleviations； so that； though not happy wholly； we were not； either； wholly miserable。
Tom read； in his only literary cabinet； of one who had “learned in whatsoever state he was； therewith to be content。” It seemed to him good and reasonable doctrine； and acomorded well with the settled and thoughtful habit which he had acquired from the reading of that same book。
His letter homeward； as we related in the last chapter； was in due time answered by Master George； in a good； round； school…boy hand； that Tom said might be read “most acrost the room。” It contained various refreshing items of home intelligence； with which our reader is fully acquainted： stated how Aunt Chloe had been hired out to a confectioner in Louisville； where her skill in the pastry line was gaining wonderful sums of money； all of which； Tom was informed； was to be laid up to go to make up the sum of his redemption money； Mose and Pete were thriving； and the baby was trotting all about the house； under the care of Sally and the family generally。
Tom’s cabin was shut up for the present； but George expatiated brilliantly on ornaments and additions to be made to it when Tom came back。
The rest of this letter gave a list of George’s school studies； each one headed by a flourishing capital； and also told the names of four new colts that appeared on the premises since Tom left； and stated； in the same connection； that father and mother were well。 The style of the letter was decidedly concise and terse； but Tom thought it the most wonderful specimen of composition that had appeared in modern times。 He was never tired of looking at it； and even held a council with Eva on the expediency of getting it framed； to hang up in his room。 Nothing but the difficulty of arranging it so that both sides of the page would show at once stood in the way of this undertaking。
The friendship between Tom and Eva had grown with the child’s growth。 It would be hard to say what place she held in the soft； impressible heart of her faithful attendant。 He loved her as something frail and earthly； yet almost worshipped her as something heavenly and divine。 He gazed on her as the Italian sailor gazes on his image of the child Jesus；—with a mixture of reverence and tenderness； and to humor her graceful fancies； and meet those thousand simple wants which invest childhood like a many…colored rainbow； was Tom’s chief delight。 In the market； at morning； his eyes were always on the flower…stalls for rare bouquets for her； and the choicest peach or orange was slipped into his pocket to give to her when he came back； and the sight that pleased him most was her sunny head looking out the gate for his distant approach； and her childish questions；—“Well； Uncle Tom； what have you got for me today？”
Nor was Eva less zealous in kind offices； in return。 Though a child； she was a beautiful reader；—a fine musical ear； a quick poetic fancy； and an instinctive sympathy with what’s grand and noble； made her such a reader of the Bible as Tom had never before heard。 At first； she read to please her humble friend； but soon her own earnest nature threw out its tendrils； and wound itself around the majestic book； and Eva loved it； because it woke in her strange yearnings； and strong； dim emotions； such as impassioned； imaginative children love to feel。