"Oh, you have come! Do buy me, Sir! I will be so good! I will do everything you tell me! Oh, I am so unhappy! Do buy me, Sir!"
He patted her on the head, and looked down compassionately into the swimming eyes that were fixed so imploringly upon his.
"Buy you, my poor child?" he replied. "I have no house,—I have nothing for you to do."
"My mother showed me how to sew some, and how to do some embroidery," she said, coaxingly. "I will learn to do it better, and I can earn enough to buy something to eat. Oh, do buy me, Sir! Do take me with you!"
"I cannot do that," he replied; "for I must go another day's journey before I return to Mobile."
"Do you live in Mobile?" she exclaimed, eagerly. "My father lived in
Mobile. Once I tried to run away there, but they set the dogs after me.
Oh, do carry me back to Mobile!"
"What is your name?" said he; "and in what part of the city did you live?"
"My name is Louisa Duncan; and my father lived at Pine Grove. It was such a beautiful place! and I was so happy there! Will you take me back to Mobile? Will you?"
Evading the question, he said,—
"Your name is Louisa, but your father called you Loo Loo, didn't he?"