his nag down to de bars at de eend ob de leetle woods
pastur', an' he'll tek you straight to de preachah's house, an' you kin
be married right off."

"But, mammy," began Betsy.

"Shet up, chile, an' do ez I says. It's yo' on'y chance; fur onct Marse
Hi gits you 'way f'um heah, it'll be many a long day foh you sees yo'
sweetheart ag'in. I tell you yo' pap's thet desprut dar's no tellin'
whut he woan do teh keep you an' yo' sweetheart 'part. So doan let me
heah no 'jections, but jes' listen to me. You'se to slip out frew de
ole log-room heah--you carn't git out frew de hall; fur yo' pap'll heah
you, shore, kaze his door's open, an' you knows he allus sleeps wid one
eye an' bofe years open. But you go inteh de log-room, an' clamb out by
de windah. See! Heah's a rope I done mek outen bedclothes. We'll tie it
to de bed-post, an' it's plenty long 'nough to reach most to de groun'
frew de windah, whut hain't more'n twelve or fou'teen foot f'um de
groun'. 'Sides, dar's notches all down de wall outside whah de
chinkin's done fell out. So you kin hold ontah de ropes, put yo' foots
in de gaps, an' git down ez easy ez ef 'twuz on sta'r steps."

The chamber Betsy occupied was in the ell of the house, and
communicated through a closet with the upper room of the old log house
of two rooms which had been left standing when the new house was built.
The lower apartment of this old structure was now used as a
weaving-room.

"But why not go down through the window of the lower room?" asked
Betsy.

"Kaze I carn't fin' de key to de door et de foot ob de sta'rway intah
de loom-room. But you woan hab no trouble, noways, climbin' down dat
wall. So hurry, an' while you dresses, I'll pack up some ob yo' clo's
in a bundle. I'se done shet ole Jock an' Ponto up in de woodhouse to
keep dem f'um barkin' an' rousin' yo' pap. Soon's you'se down safe,
I'll go out an' lock yo' door ag'in, slip down de sta'rs, an' Marse,
when he fin's you'se skipped, will think you'se 'scaped by yo'se'f.
But, anyways, I doan much keer ef he does fin' dat ole Dilsey holped
you; I hain't feared. He woan dar' tackle me."

"It seems hard," said Betty, "that I must steal out of my father's
house in this way like a thief; but it's my only chance."

Aunt Dilsey's plan worked successfully. Betsy, by means of her
bed-quilt rope and the chinks in the wall, had no difficulty in making
her escape. Old Dilsey, as soon as her young mistress reached the
ground, softly dropped t