or Miss Eva," she heard a voice say, which she
knew belonged to Topsy.

"Miss Eva! A pretty excuse!--you suppose she wants _your_ flowers, you
good-for-nothing nigger! Get along off with you!"

In a moment, Eva was off from her lounge, and in the verandah.

"O, don't, mother! I should like the flowers; do give them to me; I want
them!"

"Why, Eva, your room is full now."

"I can't have too many," said Eva. "Topsy, do bring them here."

Topsy, who had stood sullenly, holding down her head, now came up
and offered her flowers. She did it with a look of hesitation and
bashfulness, quite unlike the eldrich boldness and brightness which was
usual with her.

"It's a beautiful bouquet!" said Eva, looking at it.

It was rather a singular one,--a brilliant scarlet geranium, and one
single white japonica, with its glossy leaves. It was tied up with an
evident eye to the contrast of color, and the arrangement of every leaf
had carefully been studied.

Topsy looked pleased, as Eva said,--"Topsy, you arrange flowers very
prettily. Here," she said, "is this vase I haven't any flowers for. I
wish you'd arrange something every day for it."

"Well, that's odd!" said Marie. "What in the world do you want that
for?"

"Never mind, mamma; you'd as lief as not Topsy should do it,--had you
not?"

"Of course, anything you please, dear! Topsy, you hear your young
mistress;--see that you mind."

Topsy made a short courtesy, and looked down; and, as she turned away,
Eva saw a tear roll down her dark cheek.

"You see, mamma, I knew poor Topsy wanted to do something for me," said
Eva to her mother.

"O, nonsense! it's only because she likes to do mischief. She knows she
mustn't pick flowers,--so she does it; that's all there is to it. But,
if you fancy to have her pluck them, so be it."

"Mamma, I think Topsy is different from what she used to be; she's
trying to be a good girl."

"She'll have to try a good while before _she_ gets to be good," said
Marie, with a careless laugh.

"Well, you know, mamma, poor Topsy! everything has always been against
her."

"Not since she's been here, I'm sure. If she hasn't been talked to, and
preached to, and every earthly thing done that anybody could do;--and
she's just so ugly, and always will be; you can't make anything of the
creature!"

"But, mamma, it's so different to be brought up as I've been, with
so many friends, so many things to make me good and happy; and to be
brought up