"Mistress always kind, very kind, little master," stammered Jube, trying hard to control the tremulous motion that contracted his heavy lips.
"But where? Is she with papa?"
"Yes, little master. She—she is with papa, sure."
"Jube, did they both go home and leave me?" questioned the child, with tears in his eyes. "Did they, Jube?"
"No, little master, they didn't do that; how could they?"
"Well, then, where are they?"
"Not in the old home, be sure, not there; bad slaves, bad negro there."
"But are they safe?"
"Yes; safe."
"On shore?"