Then it seemed as if the room and everything in it swam round her, and
she fell into Rachel's arms.

Very gently Rachel laid her down on the bed. Eliza slept as she had not
slept since the dreadful night when she had taken her boy and run away
through the cold, dark night.

She dreamed of a beautiful country--a land, it seemed to her, of
rest--green shores, pleasant islands, and lovely glittering water. There
in a house, which kind voices told her was her home, she saw Harry
playing happily. She heard her husband's footstep. She felt him coming
nearer. His arms were around her, his tears falling upon her face, and
she awoke.

It was no dream. The sun had set, the candles were lit. Harry was
sleeping by her side, and George, her husband, was holding her in his
arms.




CHAPTER IX


UNCLE TOM'S NEW HOME


Uncle Tom soon settled down in his new home. He was as happy as he could
be, so far away from his wife and dear little children. He had a kind
master.