206 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
work herself into a real distress, he came up, with his usually careless motion, and, giving Eva a quarter of the orange he was eating, said, —
" Well, Cousin Vermont, I suppose you are all ready.'*
" I 've been ready, waiting, nearly an hour," said Miss Ophelia; " I began to be really concerned about you."
" That's a clever fellow, now," said he. " Well, the carriage is waiting, and the crowd are now off, so that one can walk out in a decent and Christian manner, and not be pushed and shoved. Here," he added to a driver who stood behind him, " take these things."
" I '11 go and see to his putting them in," said Miss Ophelia.
" Oh, pshaw, cousin, what's the use ? " said St. Clare.
" Well, at any rate, I '11 carry this, and this, and this," said Miss Ophelia, singling out three boxes and a small carpet-bag.
" My dear Miss Vermont, positively, you must n't come the Green Mountains over us that way. You must adopt at least a piece of a Southern principle, and not walk out under all that load. They '11 take you for a waiting-maid ; give them to this fellow; he '11 put them down as if they were eggs, now."
Miss Ophelia looked despairingly, as her cousin took all her treasures from her, and rejoiced to find herself once more in the carriage with them, in a state of preservation.
" Where 's Tom ? " said Eva.
" Oh, he 's on the outside, pussy. I 'm going to take Tom up to mother for a peace-offering, to make up for that drunken fellow that upset the carriage."
" Oh, Tom will make a splendid driver, I know," said Eva ; "he '11 never get drunk."
The carriage stopped in front of an ancient mansion, built in that odd mixture of Spanish and French style of which there are specimens in some parts of New Orleans. It was built in the Moorish fashion, — a square building