Mr. Dinsmore rose, and giving his arm to Elsie, led her towards the
throng, saying in answer to her last remark, "Better act through me, then,
daughter, or you will probably be asked two or three prices."

"O papa, yes; please attend to it for me--only--only I must have him, for
dear old mammy's sake, at whatever cost."

The crowd opened to the lady and gentleman as they drew near.

"My poor old mammy, what is it? whom have you found?" asked Elsie.

But Chloe was speechless with a joy so deep that it wore the aspect of an
almost heart-breaking sorrow. She could only cling with choking sobs to
her husband's arm. "What's all this fuss, Uncle Joe?" queried the captain.
"Let go the old darkie; what's she to you?"

"My wife, sah, dat I ain't seed for twenty years, sah," replied the old
man, trying to steady his trembling tones, obeying the order, but making
no effort to shake off Chloe's clinging hold.

"Leave him for a little now, mammy dear; you shall never be parted again,"
whispered Elsie in her nurse's ear. "Come with me, and let papa talk to
the captain."

Chloe obeyed, silently following her young mistress to the other side of
the deck, but ever and anon turning her head to look back with wet eyes at
the old wrinkled black face and white beard that to her were so dear, so
charming. His eyes were following her with a look of longing, yearning
affection, and involuntarily he stretched out his arms towards her.