″‘Topsy, you naughty girl, don’t you tell me a lie,—you stole that ribbon!’
‘Missis, I declar for ‘t, I didn’t;—never seed it till dis yer blessed minnit.‘”
“I love you, because you haven’t had any father, or mother, or friends;—because you’ve been a poor, abused child! I love you, and I want you to be good.”
″‘Topsy, you poor child,’ she said, as she led her into her room, ‘don’t give up! I can love you, though I am not like that dear little child. I hope I’ve learnt something of the love of Christ from her. I hope I’ve learnt something of the love of Christ from her.‘”
“O, nonsense! I want her mine, that I may have a right to take her to the free States, and give her her liberty, that all I am trying to do be not undone.”