There was such an earnest intonation of voice in these words, and such a simple innocence of manner, that Wilkins couldn't repress a smile.
"If I furnish you with a tidy little black girl, will you take good care of her, Miss Blanche, and let her do your errands?"
"Oh, Monsieur, that would be too much for you to do."
"No; I own a number of slaves, and the daughter of one of them is too young to be put out to a place, and is just old enough to work for you."
"You are so very kind!"
By this time they had reached Blanche's home, and as she tripped up the steps, she said:—
"Come and see grandpapa to-morrow, Mr. Wilkins; and let him thank you for his kindness to his little house-keeper."
"I will come, Miss Blanche."
"And, Monsieur," she added, coming out again after she had passed into the door, "bring Guly with you, won't you?"