"You shan't do it."
Mournfully, and with the tears streaming far down her cheeks, she turned to me, saying, "Please, you, Ann, tell him good-bye fur me, and good-bye to you. I hope you will forgive me for all de harm I has done to you."
I took her hand, but could not speak a word. Silently I pressed it.
"Whar's your close, gal?" asked Tompkins.
"I'm gwine to git 'em."
"Well, be in a hurry 'bout it."
She went off to gather up a few articles, scarcely sufficient to cover her; for we were barely allowed a change of clothing, and that not very decent.
Ginsy, leading her child with one hand, while she held in the other a small bundle, walked up to Miss Jane, and dropping a low courtesy, said,
"Farewell, Miss Jane; can I see Miss Tildy and young master?"
"No, John is sick, and Tildy can't be troubled just now."