likeness? Don't be nonsensical,
now."

"It's very inconsiderate of you, St. Clare," said the lady, "to insist
on my talking and looking at things. You know I've been lying all day
with the sick-headache; and there's been such a tumult made ever since
you came, I'm half dead."

"You're subject to the sick-headache, ma'am!" said Miss Ophelia,
suddenly rising from the depths of the large arm-chair, where she had
sat quietly, taking an inventory of the furniture, and calculating its
expense.

"Yes, I'm a perfect martyr to it," said the lady.

"Juniper-berry tea is good for sick-headache," said Miss Ophelia; "at
least, Auguste, Deacon Abraham Perry's wife, used to say so; and she was
a great nurse."

"I'll have the first juniper-berries that get ripe in our garden by
the lake brought in for that special purpose," said St. Clare, gravely
pulling the bell as he did so; "meanwhile, cousin, you must be wanting
to retire to your apartment, and refresh yourself a little, after your
journey. Dolph," he added, "tell Mammy to come here." The decent mulatto
woman whom Eva had caressed so rapturously soon entered; she was dressed
neatly, with a high red and yellow turban on her head, the recent gift
of Eva, and which the child had been arranging on her head. "Mammy,"
said St. Clare, "I put this lady under your care; she is tired,
and wants rest; take her to her chamber, and be sure she is made
comfortable," and Miss Ophelia disappeared in the rear of Mammy.

CHAPTER XVI

Tom's Mistress and Her Opinions

"And now, Marie," said St. Clare, "your golden days are dawning. Here is
our practical, business-like New England cousin, who will take the
whole budget of cares off your shoulders, and give you time to refresh
yourself, and grow young and handsome. The ceremony of delivering the
keys had better come off forthwith."

This remark was made at the breakfast-table, a few mornings after Miss
Ophelia had arrived.

"I'm sure she's welcome," said Marie, leaning her head languidly on her
hand. "I think she'll find one thing, if she does, and that is, that
it's we mistresses that are the slaves, down here."

"O, certainly, she will discover that, and a world of wholesome truths
besides, no doubt," said St. Clare.

"Talk about our keeping slaves, as if we did it for our _convenience_,"
said Marie. "I'm sure, if we consulted _that_, we might let them all go
at once."

Evangeline fixed her large, serious eyes on her mother's fa