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550             UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
George Shelby had written to his mother merely a line, stating the day that she might expect him home. Of the death scene of his old friend he had not the heart to write. He had tried several times, and only succeeded in half choking himself; and invariably finished by tearing up the paper, wiping his eyes, and rushing somewhere to get quiet.
There was a pleased bustle all through the Shelby mansion, that day, in expectation of the arrival of young Mas'r George.
Mrs. Shelby was seated in her comfortable parlor, where a cheerful hickory fire was dispelling the chill of the late autumn evening. A supper-table, glittering with plate and cut glass, was set out, on whose arrangements our former friend, old Chloe, was presiding.
Arrayed in a new calico dress, with clean, white apron, and high, well-starched turban, her black, polished face glowing with satisfaction, she lirigered, with needless punctiliousness, around the arrangements of the table, merely as an excuse for talking a little to her mistress.
" Laws, now ! won't it look natural to him ? " she said. " Thar, — I set his plate just whar he likes it, — round by the fire. Mas'r George allers wants de warm seat. Oh, go way ! — why did n't Sally get out de best teapot, — de little new one, Mas'r George got for Missis, Christ­mas ? I '11 have it out! And Missis has heard from Mas'r George ? " she said, inquiringly.
" Yes, Chloe ; but only a line, just to say he would be home to-night, if he could, — that's all."