excitement. Aunt Chloe in a new print dress, and clean white apron
walked round the supper-table, making sure that everything was right.
Her black face shone with joy at the thought of seeing Uncle Tom again.

'I'm thinking my old man won't know the boys and the baby,' she said.

Mrs. Shelby sighed. Ever since the letter had come from George she had
had a very sad heart. She felt sure something must be wrong.

'He won't know the baby, my old man won't,' said Chloe again, 'Why, it's
five years since they took him.'

Just then the sound of wheels was heard.

'It's Mas'r George,' cried Aunt Chloe, running to the window in great
excitement.

Mrs. Shelby ran to the door. As George met her he put his arms round
her, and kissed her tenderly.

Aunt Chloe stood behind anxiously looking out into the darkness.

'Oh, poor Aunt Chloe,' said George, gently taking her hard, black hand
between both his own. 'I'd have given all my fortune to have brought
Uncle Tom home with me; but he has gone to a better country.' Mrs.
Shelby cried out as if she had been hurt, but Aunt Chloe did not make a
sound.

In silence they went into the supper-room.

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'There,' said Aunt Chloe, holding out her trembling hands to her
mistress, 'it's just as I knew it would be. He's been sold and murdered
on dem old plantations.'

Then she turned and walked proudly out of the room. Mrs. Shelby followed
her softly, took one of her hands, drew her down into a chair, and sat
down beside her.

'My poor, good Chloe,' she said gently.

Chloe leaned her head on her mistress's shoulder, and sobbed out, 'Oh,
missis, 'scuse me, my heart's broke--dat's all.'

'I know it is,' said Mrs. Shelby, as her tears fell fast, 'and I cannot
heal it.'

There was silence for a little as they wept together. Then George sat
down beside Aunt Chloe, and took her hand. He talked gently to her,
telling her of Uncle Tom's last loving messages. So she was comforted a
little.

One morning, about a month after this, George Shelby called all his
servants together, telling them he had something to say to them.

They wondered what it could be, and were very much surprised when he
appeared, carrying a bundle of papers in his hand.

They were still more astonished when he gave a paper to each one, and
told them all that they were free.

With sobs and tears and shouts they pressed round him, thanking and
blessing him. But some of them came with anxious faces, b