y see a great deal in each other's faces that we
cannot,--changes of color and expression as real as our own, blushes and
sudden betrayals of feeling,--just as these two canaries know what their
single notes and short sentences and full song with this or that
variation mean, though it is a mystery to us unplumed mortals.
This particular old black woman was a striking specimen of her class. Old
as she looked, her eye was bright and knowing. She wore a red-and-yellow
turban, which set off her complexion well, and hoops of gold in her ears,
and beads of gold about her neck, and an old funeral ring upon her
finger. She had that touching stillness about her which belongs to
animals that wait to be spoken to and then look up with a kind of sad
humility.
"Why, Sophy!" said the good minister, "is this you?"
She looked up with the still expression on her face. "It's ol' Sophy,"
she said.
"Why," said the Doctor, "I did not believe you could walk so far as this
to save the Union. Bring Sophy a glass of wine, Letty. Wine's good for
old folks like Sophy and me, after walking a good way, or preaching a
good while."
The young girl stepped into the back-parlor, where she found the great
pewter flagon in which the wine that was left after each
communion-service was brought to the minister's house. With much toil
she managed to tip it so as to get a couple of glasses filled. The
minister tasted his, and made old Sophy finish hers.
"I wan' to see you 'n' talk wi' you all alone," she said presently.
The minister got up and led the way towards his study. "To be sure," he
said; he had only waited for her to rest a moment before he asked her
into the library. The young girl took her gently by the arm, and helped
her feeble steps along the passage. When they reached the study, she
smoothed the cushion of a rocking-chair, and made the old woman sit down
in it. Then she tripped lightly away, and left her alone with the
minister.
Old Sophy was a member of the Reverend Doctor Honeywood's church. She had
been put through the necessary confessions in a tolerably satisfactory
manner. To be sure, as her grandfather had been a cannibal chief,
according to the common story, and, at any rate, a terrible wild savage,
and as her mother retained to the last some of the prejudices of her
early education, there was a heathen flavor in her Christianity which had
often scandalized the elder of the minister's two deacons. But, the g
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