CHAPTER XXI.
TOUCHING FAREWELL FULL OF PATHOS—THE PARTING—MY GRIEF.
The half insensible form of Amy was borne by Jake into the cabin, and laid upon the cot which had been Aunt Polly's. He then closed and secured the door after him.
Where, all this time, was Miss Bradly? She, in her terror, had buried her head upon the bed, on which young master still slept. She tried to drown the sound of those frantic cries that reached her, despite the closed door and barred shutter. Oh, did they not reach the ear of Almighty love?
"Well, I am glad," exclaimed Miss Tildy, "that it is all over. Somehow, Jane, I did not like the sound of those young children's cries. Might it not have been well to let Amy go too?"
"No, of course not. Now that Lindy has been sold, we need a house-girl, and Amy may be made a very good one; besides, she enraged me so by attempting to spoil the sale of Ben."
"Did she do that? Oh, well, I have no pity for her."
"It would be something very new, Till, for you to pity a nigger."
"So it would—yet I was weak enough to feel badly when I heard the children scream."