coal hod, and the color of her own complexion, only there was a slight
shade of blue in it. Thick gloves, and shoes, and stockings; a white cotton
apron, and a tremendous blanket shawl completed her costume. She had a most
determined expression of countenance; the fact is, she had gone out to get
a house-servant, and she didn't intend to return without one.

I forgot to mention that she walked with a cane, having had a severe attack
of rheumatics since her arrival in "the great Norrurd," and at every step
she hit the pavements in such a manner as to startle the rising generation
of Abolitionists, and it had the good effect of preventing any of them from
calling out to her, "Where did you get your face painted, you black nigger,
you?" which would otherwise have occurred.

Susan was just returning from a grocery store with three codfish in one
hand, and a piece of salt pork and a jug of molasses in the other, when she
was startled by Aunt Polly's unexpected appearance, bearing down upon her
like a man of war.

Aunt Polly stopped for a moment and looked at her intensely, while Susan's
feelings, which, like her poetry, had for some time been quite subdued by
constant collision with a cooking stove, got the better of her, and she
burst into tears. Aunt Polly made up her mind on the spot; it was, as she
afterwards expressed it, "'A meracle,' meeting that poor girl, with all
that codfish and other stuff in her hand."

Susan did not require too much encouragement to tell her lamentable tale,
and Aunt Polly in return advised her to leave her place when her month was
up, informing the family of her intention, that they might supply
themselves. This Susan promised to do, with a full heart, and Aunt Polly
having accomplished her mission, set out on her return, first saying to