388 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
" I's faith to believe that day will come," said Tom, earnestly, and with tears in his eyes; " the Lord has work for Mas'r."
" A work, hey ?" said St. Clare; " well, now, Tom, give me your views on what sort of a work it is; — let's hear."
" Why, even a poor fellow like me has a work from the Lord; and Mas'r St. Clare, that has larnin' and riches, and friends, — how much he might do for the Lord!'
" Tom, you seem to think tl\g Lord needs a great deal done for Him," said St. Clare, smiling.
" We does for the Lord when we does for his critturs," said Tom.
" Good theology, Tom ; better than Dr. B. preaches, I dare swear," said St. Clare.
The conversation was here interrupted by the announcement of some visitors.
Marie St. Clare felt the loss of Eva as deeply as she could feel anything ; and, as she was a woman that had a great faculty of making everybody unhappy when she was, her immediate attendants had still stronger reason to regret the loss of their young mistress, whose winning ways and gentle intercessions had so often been a shield to them from the tyrannical and selfish exactions of her mother. Poor old Mammy, in particular, whose heart, severed from all natural domestic ties, had consoled itself with this one beautiful being, was almost heartbroken. She cried day and night, and was, from excess of sorrow, less skillful and alert in her ministrations on her mistress than usual, which drew down a constant storm of invectives on her defenseless head.
Miss Ophelia felt the loss ; but, in her good and honest heart, it bore fruit unto everlasting life. She was more softened, more gentle ; and, though equally assiduous in every duty, it was with a chastened and quiet air, as one who communed with her own heart not in vain. She was more diligent in teaching Topsy, — taught her mainly