"You, Sally! what are you doing there? grinning like a monkey? Go
directly and make the kettle boil, and set the table. And tell that
Jim, that's always loafing around you, to make himself useful as
well as ornamental, and open them oysters that were brought from
Cove Banks to-day. Why don't you go? what are you waiting for?"

"Please 'm, I hav'n't shook hands long o' Marse Ishmael yet," said
Sally, showing all her fine ivories.

Ishmael stepped forward and held out his hand, saying, as he kindly
shook the girl's fat paw:

"How do you do, Sally? You grow better looking every day! And I have
got a pretty coral breastpin in my trunk for you, to make up for
that one the shanghai swallowed."

"Oh, Marse Ishmael, you needn't have taken no trouble, not on my
account, sir, I am sure; dough I'm thousand times obleege to you,
and shall be proud o' de breas'pin, 'cause I does love breas'pins,
'specially coral," said Sally, courtesying and smiling all over her
face.

"Well, well," said Hannah impatiently, "now be off with you
directly, and show your thankfulness by getting supper for your
Marse Ishmael as quick as ever you can. Never mind the table--I'll
set that."

Sally dropped another courtesy and vanished.

"Where did you say your trunk was, Ishmael?" inquired Gray, as they