clasped her to her breast, sobbing out that she must leave her.
"Massa Horace was going to send her away from her precious child."

Elsie was fairly stunned by the announcement, and for a moment could not
speak one word. To be separated from her beloved nurse who had always
taken care of her!--who seemed almost necessary to her existence. It was
such a calamity as even her worst fears had never suggested, for they
never had been parted, even for a single day; but wherever the little
girl went, if to stay more than a few hours, her faithful attendant had
always accompanied her, and she had never thought of the possibility of
doing without her.

She unclasped her arms from Chloe's neck, disengaging herself from her
loving grasp, stood for a moment motionless and silent; then, suddenly
sinking down upon her nurse's lap, again wound her arms about her neck,
and hid her face on her bosom, sobbing wildly: "Oh, mammy, mammy! you
shall not go! Stay with me, mammy! I've nobody to love me now but you,
and my heart will break if you leave me. Oh, mammy, say that you won't
go!"

Chloe could not speak, but she took the little form again in her arms,
and pressed it to her bosom in a close and fond embrace, while they
mingled their tears and sobs together.

But Elsie started up suddenly.

"I will go to papa!" she exclaimed; "I will beg him on my knees to let
you stay! I will tell him it will kill me to be parted from my dear old
mammy."

"'Tain't no use, darlin'! Massa Horace, he say I _must_ go; an' you know
what dat means, well as I do," said Chloe, shaking her head mournfully;
"he won't let me stay, nohow."

"But I must try, mammy," Elsie answered, moving toward the door. "I think
papa loves me a little yet, and maybe he will listen."

But she met a servant in the hall who told her that her father had gone
out, and that she heard him say he would not return before tea-time.

And Chloe was to go directly after dinner; so there was no hope of a
reprieve, nothing to do but submit as best they might to the sad
necessity of parting; and Elsie went back to her room again, to spend
the little time that remained in her nurse's arms, sobbing out her
bitter grief upon her breast. It was indeed a hard, hard trial to them
both; yet neither uttered one angry or complaining word against Mr.
Dinsmore.

Fanny, one of the maids, brought up Elsie's dinner, but she could not
eat. Chloe's appetite, too, had failed entirely; so they remaine