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“What does make you so bad； Topsy？ Why won’t you try and be good？ Don’t you love anybody； Topsy？”
“Donno nothing ’bout love； I loves candy and sich； that’s all；” said Topsy。
“But you love your father and mother？”
“Never had none； ye know。 I telled ye that； Miss Eva。”
“O； I know；” said Eva； sadly； “but hadn’t you any brother； or sister； or aunt； or—”
“No； none on ’em；—never had nothing nor nobody。”
“But； Topsy； if you’d only try to be good； you might—”
“Couldn’t never be nothin’ but a nigger； if I was ever so good；” said Topsy。 “If I could be skinned； and come white； I’d try then。”
“But people can love you； if you are black； Topsy。 Miss Ophelia would love you； if you were good。”
Topsy gave the short； blunt laugh that was her common mode of expressing incredulity。
“Don’t you think so？” said Eva。
“No； she can’t bar me； ’cause I’m a nigger！—she’d ’s soon have a toad touch her！ There can’t nobody love niggers； and niggers can’t do nothin’！ I don’t care；” said Topsy； beginning to whistle。
“O； Topsy； poor child； I love you！” said Eva； with a sudden burst of feeling； and laying her little thin； white hand on Topsy’s shoulder； “I love you； because you haven’t had any father； or mother； or friends；—because you’ve been a poor； abused child！ I love you； and I want you to be good。 I am very unwell； Topsy； and I think I shan’t live a great while； and it really grieves me； to have you be so naughty。 I wish you would try to be good； for my sake；—it’s only a little while I shall be with you。”
The round； keen eyes of the black child were overcast with tears；—large； bright drops rolled heavily down； one by one； and fell on the little white hand。 Yes； in that moment； a ray of real belief； a ray of heavenly love； had penetrated the darkness of her heathen soul！ She laid her head down between her knees； and wept and sobbed；—while the beautiful child； bending over her； looked like the picture of some bright angel stooping to reclaim a sinner。
“Poor Topsy！” said Eva； “don’t you know that Jesus loves all alike？ He is just as willing to love you； as me。 He loves you just as I do；—only more； because he is better。 He will help you to be good； and you can go to Heaven at last； and be an angel forever； just as much as if you were white。 Only think of it； Topsy！—you can be one of those spirits bright； Uncle Tom sings about。”
“O； dear Miss Eva； dear Miss Eva！” said the child； “I will try； I will try； I never did care nothin’ about it before。”
St。 Clare； at this instant； dropped the curtain。 “It puts me in mind of mother；” he said to Miss Ophelia。 “It is true what she told me； if we want to give sight to the blind； we must be willing to do as Christ did；—call them to us； and put our hands on them。”
“I’ve always had a prejudice against negroes；” said Miss Ophelia； “and it’s a fact； I never could bear to have that child touch me； but； I don’t think she knew it。”
“Trust any child to find that out；” said St。 Clare； “there’s no keeping it from them。 But I believe that all the trying in the world to benefit a child； and all the substantial favors you can do them； will never excite one emotion of gratitude； while that feeling of repugnance remains in the heart；—it’s a queer kind of a fact；—but so it is。”
“I don’t know how I can help it；” said Miss Ophelia； “they are disagreeable to me；—this child in particular；—how can I help feeling so？”
“Eva does； it seems。”
“Well； she’s so loving！ After all； though； she’s no more than Christ…like；” said Miss Ophelia； “I wish I were like her。 She might teach me a lesson。”
“It wouldn’t be the first time a little child had been used to instruct an old disciple； if it were so；” said St。 Clare。
Chapter 26
Death
Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb；
In life’s early morning； hath hid from our eyes。1
Eva’s bed…room was a spacious apartment； which； like all the other robins in the house； opened on to the broad verandah。 The room communicated； on one side； with her father and mother’s apartment； on the other； with that appropriated to Miss Ophelia。 St。 Clare had gratified his own eye and taste； in furnishing this room in a style that had a peculiar keeping with the character of her for whom it was intended。 The windows were hung with curtains of rose…colored and white muslin； the floor was spread with a matting which had been ordered in Paris； to a pattern of his own device； having round it a border of rose…buds and leaves； and a centre…piece with full…flown roses。 The bedstead； chairs； and lounges； were of bamboo； wrought in peculiarly graceful and fanciful patterns。 Over the head of the bed was an alabaster bracket； on which a beautiful sculptured angel stood； with drooping wings； holding out a crown of myrtle…leaves。 From this depended； over the bed； light curtains of rose…colored gauze； striped with silver； supplying that protection from mosquitos which is an indispensable addition to all sleeping acomommodation in that climate。 The graceful bamboo lounges were amply supplied with cushions of rose…colored damask； while over them； depending from the hands of sculptured figures； were gauze curtains similar to those of the bed。 A light； fanciful bamboo table stood in the middle of the room； where a Parian vase； wrought in the shape of a white lily； with its buds； stood； ever filled with flowers。 On this table lay Eva’s books and little trinkets； with an elegantly wrought alabaster writing…stand； which her father had supplied to her when he saw her trying to improve herself in writing。 There was a fireplace in the room； and on the marble mantle above stood a beautifully wrought statuette of Jesus receiving little children； and on either side marble vases； for which it was Tom’s pride and delight to offer bouquets every morning。 Two or three exquisite paintings of children； in various attitudes； embellished the wall。 In short； the eye could turn nowhere without meeting images of childhood； of beauty； and of peace。 Those little eyes never opened； in the morning light； without falling on something which suggested to the heart soothing and beautiful thoughts。
The deceitful strength which had buoyed Eva up for a little while was fast passing away； seldom and more seldom her light footstep was heard in the verandah； and oftener and oftener she was found reclined on a little lounge by the open window； her large； deep eyes fixed on the rising and falling waters of the lake。
It was towards the middle of the afternoon； as she was so reclining；—her Bible half open； her little transparent fingers lying listlessly between the leaves；—suddenly she heard her mother’s voice； in sharp tones； in the verandah。
“What now； you baggage！—what new piece of mischief！ You’ve been picking the flowers； hey？” and Eva heard the sound of a smart slap。
“Law； Missis！ they ’s for Miss Eva；” she heard a voice say； which she knew belonged to Topsy。
“Miss Eva！ A pretty excuse！—you suppose she wants your flowers； you good…for…nothing nigger！ Get along off with you！”
In a moment； Eva was off from her lounge； and in the verandah。
“O； don’t； mother！ I should like the flowers； do give them to me； I want them！”
“Why； Eva； your room is full now。”
“I can’t have too many；” said Eva。 “Topsy； do bring them here。”
Topsy； who had stood sullenly； holding down her head； now came up and offered her flowers。 She did it with a look of hesitation and bashfulness； quite unlike the eldrich boldness and brightness which was usual with her。
“It’s a beautiful bouquet！” said Eva； looking at it。
It was rather a singular one；—a brilliant scarlet geranium； and one single white japonica； with its glossy leaves。 It was tied up with an evident eye to the contrast of color； and the arrangement of every leaf had carefully been studied。
Topsy looked pleased； as Eva said；—“Topsy； you arrange flowers very prettily。 Here；” she said； “is this vase I haven’t any flowers for。 I wish you’d arrange something every day for it。”
“Well； that’s odd！” said Marie。 “What in the world do you want that for？”
“Never mind； mamma； you’d as lief as not Topsy should do it；—had you not？”
“Of course； anything you please； dear！ Tops