“What are you going to do?”

“You see what I have begun to do.  I am going to have all this curling business broken up, and I am going to have her dressed in domestic, like the other little niggers.  I’ll let Ellen know that I am mistress here; and as soon as a trader comes along I mean to sell her.  I want a new set of pearls anyhow.”

Le Grange made no reply.  He was fond of the child, but knowing what a termagant his wife was, he thought that silence like discretion was the better part of valor, and hastily beat a retreat from her presence.

“Take these curls and throw them away,” said Mrs. Le Grange to Sally, her waiting-maid.  “Move quick, and take this child into the kitchen, and don’t let me see her in the front yard again.  Do you hear what I say?” said Georgiette in a sharp, shrill tone.  “Don’t you let me see that child in the front yard again.  Here, before you go, darken this room, and let me see if I can get any rest.  I am so nervous, I am almost ready to fly.”

Sally did as she was bidden; and taking the child to the kitchen, exclaimed to Milly, the cook, “Hi!  Oh! there’s been high times upstairs to-day.”

“What’s the matter?” said Milly, wiping the dough from her hands, and turning her face to Sally.

“Oh!  Missus mad ’bout Ellen’s child.  She’s mad as a March hare.  See how she’s cut all her hair off.”

“A debil,” said Milly.  “What did she do dat for?  She is allers up to some debilment.  What did that poor innercence child do to her?  I wonder what she’ll get at next!”

“I don’t know, but to-day when Mrs. Le Ferre come’d here she kissed the child, and said it was the very image of its father, and Missus just looked mad enough to run her through.”

Milly, in spite of her indignation could not help laughing.  “Well, that’s a good joke.  I guess Missus’ high as ninety.  What did Massa say?”

“He neber said a word; he looked like he’d been stealin’ a sheep; and Missus she jist cut up high, and said she was going to keep her hair cut short, and have her dressed in domestic, and kept in the kitchen, and when she got a good chance she meant to sell her, for she wanted a new set of pearls anyhow.  Massa neber said beans.  I jist b’lieve he’s feared of her.  She’s sich a mity piece.  I spect some night the debil will come and fly way wid her.  I hope so anyhow.”

To which not very pious wish Milly replied, “I am fraid there is no such good luck.  Nothin’ don’t s’prise me that Miss Georgiette does ’cause she’s a chip off the old block.  Her mother’s poor niggers used to be cut up and slashed all the time; for she was a horse at the mill.  De debil was in dat woman big as a sheep.  Dere was Nancy, my fellow servant; somehow she got a spite agin Nancy’s husban’, said he shouldn’t come dere any more.  Pore Nancy, her and Andy war libing together in dar nice little cabin, and Nancy did keep ebery ting shinin’ like a new