“Why； aunty； what’ll you do now？” said Eva； “that trunk is too full to be shut down。”
“It must shut down；” said aunty； with the air of a general； as she squeezed the things in； and sprung upon the lid；—still a little gap remained about the mouth of the trunk。
“Get up here； Eva！” said Miss Ophelia； courageously； “what has been done can be done again。 This trunk has got to be shut and locked—there are no two ways about it。”
And the trunk； intimidated； doubtless； by this resolute statement； gave in。 The hasp snapped sharply in its hole； and Miss Ophelia turned the key； and pocketed it in triumph。
“Now we’re ready。 Where’s your papa？ I think it time this baggage was set out。 Do look out； Eva； and see if you see your papa。”
“O； yes； he’s down the other end of the gentlemen’s cabin； eating an orange。”
“He can’t know how near we are coming；” said aunty； “hadn’t you better run and speak to him？”
“Papa never is in a hurry about anything；” said Eva； “and we haven’t come to the landing。 Do step on the guards； aunty。 Look！ there’s our house； up that street！”
The boat now began； with heavy groans； like some vast； tired monster； to prepare to push up among the multiplied steamers at the levee。 Eva joyously pointed out the various spires； domes； and way…marks； by which she recognized her native city。
“Yes； yes； dear； very fine；” said Miss Ophelia。 “But mercy on us！ the boat has stopped！ where is your father？”
And now ensued the usual turmoil of landing—waiters running twenty ways at once—men tugging trunks； carpet…bags； boxes—women anxiously calling to their children； and everybody crowding in a dense mass to the plank towards the landing。
Miss Ophelia seated herself resolutely on the lately vanquished trunk； and marshalling all her goods and chattels in fine military order； seemed resolved to defend them to the last。
“Shall I take your trunk； ma’am？” “Shall I take your baggage？” “Let me ’tend to your baggage； Missis？” “Shan’t I carry out these yer； Missis？” rained down upon her unheeded。 She sat with grim determination； upright as a darning…needle stuck in a board； holding on her bundle of umbrella and parasols； and replying with a determination that was enough to strike dismay even into a hackman； wondering to Eva； in each interval； “what upon earth her papa could be thinking of； he couldn’t have fallen over； now；—but something must have happened；”—and just as she had begun to 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’ll go and see to his putting them in；” said Miss Ophelia。
“O； pshaw； cousin； what’s the use？” said St。 Clare。
“Well； at any rate； I’ll carry this； and this； and this；” said Miss Ophelia； singling out three boxes and a small carpet…bag。
“My dear Miss Vermont； positively you mustn’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’ll take you for a waiting…maid； give them to this fellow； he’ll 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。
“O； 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。”
“O； Tom will make a splendid driver； I know；” said Eva； “he’ll 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 enclosing a court…yard； into which the carriage drove through an arched gateway。 The court； in the inside； had evidently been arranged to gratify a picturesque and voluptuous ideality。 Wide galleries ran all around the four sides； whose Moorish arches； slender pillars； and arabesque ornaments； carried the mind back； as in a dream； to the reign of oriental romance in Spain。 In the middle of the court； a fountain threw high its silvery water； falling in a never…ceasing spray into a marble basin； fringed with a deep border of fragrant violets。 The water in the fountain； pellucid as crystal； was alive with myriads of gold and silver fishes； twinkling and darting through it like so many living jewels。 Around the fountain ran a walk； paved with a mosaic of pebbles； laid in various fanciful patterns； and this； again； was surrounded by turf； smooth as green velvet； while a carriage…drive enclosed the whole。 Two large orange…trees； now fragrant with blossoms； threw a delicious shade； and； ranged in a circle round upon the turf； were marble vases of arabesque sculpture； containing the choicest flowering plants of the tropics。 Huge pomegranate trees； with their glossy leaves and flame…colored flowers； dark…leaved Arabian jessamines； with their silvery stars； geraniums； luxuriant roses bending beneath their heavy abundance of flowers； golden jessamines； lemon…scented verbenum； all united their bloom and fragrance； while here and there a mystic old aloe； with its strange； massive leaves； sat looking like some old enchanter； sitting in weird grandeur among the more perishable bloom and fragrance around it。
The galleries that surrounded the court were festooned with a curtain of some kind of Moorish stuff； and could be drawn down at pleasure； to exclude the beams of the sun。 On the whole； the appearance of the place was luxurious and romantic。
As the carriage drove in； Eva seemed like a bird ready to burst from a cage； with the wild eagerness of her delight。
“O； isn’t it beautiful； lovely！ my own dear； darling home！” she said to Miss Ophelia。 “Isn’t it beautiful？”
“’T is a pretty place；” said Miss Ophelia； as she alighted； “though it looks rather old and heathenish to me。”
Tom got down from the carriage； and looked about with an air of calm； still enjoyment。 The negro； it must be remembered； is an exotic of the most gorgeous and superb countries of the world； and he has； deep in his heart； a passion for all that is splendid； rich； and fanciful； a passion which； rudely indulged by an untrained taste； draws on them the ridicule of the colder and more correct white race。
St。 Clare； who was in heart a poetical voluptuary； smiled as Miss Ophelia made her remark on his premises； and； turning to Tom； who was standing looking round； his beaming black face perfectly radiant with admiration； he said；
“Tom； my boy； this seems to suit you。”
“Yes； Mas’r； it looks about the right thing；” said Tom。
All this passed in a moment； while trunks were being hustled off； hackman paid； and while a crowd； of all ages and sizes；—men； women； and children；—came running through the galleries； both above and below to see Mas’r come in。 Foremost among them was a highly…dressed young mulatto man； evidently a very distingue personage； attired in the ultra extreme of the mode； and gracefully waving a scented cambric handkerchief in his hand。
This personage had been exerting himself； with great alacrity； in driving all the flock of domestics to the other end of the verandah。
“Back！ all of you。 I am ashamed of you；” he said； in a tone of authority。 “Would you intrude on Master’s domestic relations； in the first hour of his return？”
All looked abashed at this elegant speech； delivered with quite an air； and stood huddled together at a respectful distance； except two stout porters； who came up and began conveying away the baggage。
Owing to Mr。 Adolph’s systematic arrangements； when St。 Clare turned round from paying the hackman； there was nobody in view but Mr。 Adolph himself； conspicuous in satin vest； gold guard…chain； and white pants； and bowing with inexpressible grace and suavity。
“Ah； Adolph； is it you？” said his master； offering his hand to him； “how are you； boy？” while Adolph poured forth； with great fluency； an extemporary speech； which he had been preparing； with great care； for a fortnight before。
“Well； well；” said St。 Clare； passing on； with his usual air of negligent drollery； “that’s very well got up； Adolph。 See that the baggage is well bestowed。 I’ll come to the people in a minute；” and； so saying； he led Miss Ophelia to a large parlor that opened on the verandah。
While this had been passing； Eva had flown like a bird； through the porch and parlor； to a little boudoir opening likewise on the verandah。
A tall； dark…eyed； sallow woman； half rose from a couch on which she was reclining。
“Mamma！” said Eva； in a sort of a rapture； throwing herself on her neck； and embracing her over and over again。
“That’ll do；—take care； child；—don’t； you make my head ache；” said the mother； after she had languidly kissed her。
St。 Clare came in； embraced his wife in true； orthodox； husbandly fashion； and then presented to her his cousin。 Marie lifted her large eyes on her cousin with an air of some curiosity； and received her with languid politeness。 A crowd of servants now pressed to the entry door； and among them a middle…aged mulatto woman； of very respectable appearance； stood foremost； in a tremor of expectation and joy； at the door。
“O； there’s Mammy！” said Eva； as she flew across the room； and； throwing herself into her arms； she kissed her repeatedly。
This woman did not tell her that she made her head ache； but； on the contrary； she hugged her； and laughed； and cried； till her sanity was a thing to be doubted of； and when released from her； Eva flew from one to another； shaking hands and kissing； in a way that Miss Ophelia afterwards declared fairly turned her stomach。
“Well！” said Miss Ophelia； “you southern children can do somet