Uncle Tom's Cabin, Young Folks' Edition by Harriet Beecher Stowe
page 56 of 79 (70%)
page 56 of 79 (70%)
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'The matter is that I cannot be plagued with this child any longer' said
Miss Ophelia. 'It is past all bearing. Here, I locked her up, and gave her a hymn to learn. What does she do, but spy out where I put my key. She has gone to my wardrobe, taken a bonnet-trimming, and cut it all to pieces to make dolls' jackets! I never saw anything like it in my life.' [Illustration] 'I don't know what to do' she went on; 'I have taught and taught. I have talked till I'm tired. I've whipped her. I've punished her in every way I can think of, and still she is as naughty as she was at first.' 'Come here, Topsy, you monkey,' said Mr. St. Clare. Topsy came, her hard, round eyes glittering and blinking, half in fear, half in mischief. 'What makes you behave so?' said Mr. St. Clare, who could not help being amused at her funny expression. 'Spects it's my wicked heart; Miss Feely says so.' 'Don't you see how much Miss Ophelia has done for you? She says she has done everything she can think of.' 'Lor', yes, mas'r! Old missis used to say so, too. She whipped me a heap harder, and used to pull my hair and knock my head agin the door. But it didn't do me no good. I 'spect if they is to pull every hair out o' my head it wouldn't do no good neither. I's so wicked. Laws! I's nothin' but a nigger noways.' |
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