“My goodness, Miss Kate! you to be goin’ out this time o’ night, an’ we-dem in so much trouble. You didn’ ax me to tell nobody who wur to wait on you; but Jeemes, he’s gettin’ ready.”
“No, no, I don’t want anybody.”
“Dear me, mist’ess, honey, where’s you gwine?”
“Didn’t I tell you? To Washington City.”
“To Washington?” exclaimed Henny, letting the dress fall from her hands, and looking up in stupor.
“Yes, yes, didn’t I tell you—to Washington, to see Admiral Cockburn, and save your brother. I do not believe of Cockburn—I never believe of any one—as ill as is reported of them, and I think if I go and make a proper representation to him, I shall be able to save Jack.”
Henny stood gazing at her mistress in the same stupor.
“Come, come, Henny! give me the other sleeve around here,” said Catherine, impatiently.
Still Henny stood and stared in a stupor, until suddenly all her muscles and limbs gave way, and she sank down before her mistress, embraced her knees, looked up into her face, and said, in tones of earnest, deep affection—
“Don’t go, mist’ess, don’t go—don’t trust yerse’f long o’ Admirable Cockburn an’ his hang-gallows sojers. Don’t.”