He was a pretty, merry little fellow, the son of a slave called Eliza, who was Mrs. Shelby's maid.
'There now,' said Haley, 'give me that little chap, as well as Tom, and we will say no more about the money you owe me.'
'I can't,' said Mr. Shelby. 'My wife is very fond of Eliza, and would never hear of having Harry sold.'
'Oh, very well,' said Haley once more, 'I must just sell your house.'
So again Mr. Shelby gave in, and Haley went away with the promise that next morning Uncle Tom and little Harry should be given to him, to be his slaves.
CHAPTER II
ELIZA RUNS AWAY WITH LITTLE HARRY
Mr. Shelby was very unhappy because of what he had done. He knew his wife would be very unhappy too, and he did not know how to tell her.
He had to do it that night, however, before she went to bed.
Mrs. Shelby could hardly believe it. 'Oh, you do not mean this,' she said. 'You must not sell our good Tom and dear little Harry. Do anything rather than that. It is a wicked, wicked thing to do.