"What's your name, girl?"
"Ann," I replied.
"Ann, go within," he added, pointing to the door through which he had entered.
I turned to Mr. Summerville, saying,
"Good-bye, Master William. I wish you well."
"Good-bye, Ann," and he extended his hand to me; "I hope Mr. Atkins will get you a good home."
Dropping a courtesy and a tear, I passed through the door designated by Mr. Atkins, and stood within the pen. Here I was met by the mulatto who had answered the bell.
"Has you bin bought, Miss?"
"Yes, Mr. Atkins just bought me."