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220 UNCLE TOM’S CABIN; OR,

*‘ How could you be so cruel and wicked to poor Dodo?” said Eva.

« Cruel !—wicked!” said the boy with unaffected surprise.
“What do you mean, dear Eva?”

’ “T don’t want you to call me dear Eva, when you do so,” said
va.

“Dear cousin, you don’t know Dodo; it’s the only way to
manage him, he’s full of lies and excuses. The only way is to
put him down at once—not let him open his mouth; that’s the
way papa manages.”

“Uncle Tom said it was an accident, and he never tells what
isn’t true.”

“ He’s an uncommon old nigger, then !” said Henrique. ‘“ Dcdo
will lie as fast as he can speak.”’

“You frighten him into deceiving, if you treat him so.”

“Why, Eva, you've really taken such a fancy to Dodo that I
shall be jealous.”

“ But you beat him, and he didn’t deserve it.”

‘Oh, well, it may go for some time when he does, and don’t
get it. A few cuts never come amiss with Dodo—he’s a regular
spirit, I can tell you; but I won't beat him again before you, if it
troubles you.”

Eva was not satisfied, but found it in vain to try to make her
handsome cousin understand her feelings.

Dodo soon appeared with the horses.

“Well, Dodo, you’ve done pretty well this time,” said his
young master, with a more gracious air. ‘Come, now, and hold
Miss Eva's horse, while I put her on to the saddle.”

Dodo came and stood by Eva’s pony. His face was troubled ;
his eyes looked as if he had been crying.

Henrique, who valued himself on his gentlemanly adroitness
in all matters of gallantry, soon had his fair cousin in the saddle,
and, gathering the reins, placed them in her hands.

But Eva bent to the other side of the horse, where Dodo was
standing, and said, as he relinquished the reins—‘t That's a good
boy, Dodo—zthank you !”’

Dodo looked up in amazement into the sweet young face; the
blood. rushed to his cheeks and the tears to his eyes.

“ Here, Dodo,” said his master imperiously.

Dodo sprang and held the horse while his master mounted.

“There's a picayune for you to buy candy with, Dodo,” said
Henrique ; “‘ go get some.”

And Henrique cantered down the walk after Eva. Dodo stood
looking after the two children, One had given him money ; and
one had given him what he wanted far more—a kind word kindly
spoken. Dodo had been only a few months away from his mother.
His master had bought him at a slave warehouse, for his hand-
some face, to be a match to the handsome pony ; and he was now
getting his breaking in, at the hands of his young master.