sympathize with their misfortunes. But we do. They forget how our
sympathies have been trained. We were first taught to sympathize with
the slave, and now that he is free, and needs less, perhaps, of our
sympathy, this, by a transition, as easy as it is natural, is
transferred to his master. Poor, poor Phil!"

There was a strange emotion, half-sad, half-pleasant tugging at his
heart. A mist came before his eyes and hid the landscape for a
moment.

And he, he referred it all to the memories of the brother. Yes, he
thought he was thinking of the brother, and he did not notice or did
not pretend to notice that a pair of appealing eyes looking out
beneath waves of brown hair, that a soft, fair hand, pressed in his
own, floated nebulously at the back of his consciousness.

It was not until he had set out to furnish his house with a complement
of servants against the coming of his father that Bartley came to
realize the full worth of Mammy Peggy's offer to "do for him." The old
woman not only got his meals and kept him comfortable, trudging over
and back every day from the little cottage, but she proved invaluable
in the choice of domestic help. She knew her people thereabouts, just
who was spry, and who was trifling, and with the latter she would have
nothing whatever to do. She acted rather as if he were a guest in his
own house, and what was more would take no pay for it. Of course there
had to be some return for so much kindness, and it took the form of
various gifts of flowers and fruit from the old place to the new
cottage. And sometimes when Bartley had forgotten to speak of it
before mammy had left, he would arrange his baskets and carry his
offering over himself. Mima thought it was very thoughtful and kind of