at keep a low restaurant that I have to pass by every day； and I was tired of hearing her screaming； and them beating and swearing at her。 She looked bright and funny； too； as if something might be made of her；—so I bought her； and I’ll give her to you。 Try； now； and give her a good orthodox New England bringing up； and see what it’ll make of her。 You know I haven’t any gift that way； but I’d like you to try。”
“Well； I’ll do what I can；” said Miss Ophelia； and she approached her new subject very much as a person might be supposed to approach a black spider； supposing them to have benevolent designs toward it。
“She’s dreadfully dirty； and half naked；” she said。
“Well； take her down stairs； and make some of them clean and clothe her up。”
Miss Ophelia carried her to the kitchen regions。
“Don’t see what Mas’r St。 Clare wants of ’nother nigger！” said Dinah； surveying the new arrival with no friendly air。 “Won’t have her around under my feet； I know！”
“Pah！” said Rosa and Jane； with supreme disgust； “let her keep out of our way！ What in the world Mas’r wanted another of these low niggers for； I can’t see！”
“You go long！ No more nigger dan you be； Miss Rosa；” said Dinah； who felt this last remark a reflection on herself。 “You seem to tink yourself white folks。 You an’t nerry one； black nor white； I’d like to be one or turrer。”
Miss Ophelia saw that there was nobody in the camp that would undertake to oversee the cleansing and dressing of the new arrival； and so she was forced to do it herself； with some very ungracious and reluctant assistance from Jane。
It is not for ears polite to hear the particulars of the first toilet of a neglected； abused child。 In fact； in this world； multitudes must live and die in a state that it would be too great a shock to the nerves of their fellow…mortals even to hear described。 Miss Ophelia had a good； strong； practical deal of resolution； and she went through all the disgusting details with heroic thoroughness； though； it must be confessed； with no very gracious air；—for endurance was the utmost to which her principles could bring her。 When she saw； on the back and shoulders of the child； great welts and calloused spots； ineffaceable marks of the system under which she had grown up thus far； her heart became pitiful within her。
“See there！” said Jane； pointing to the marks； “don’t that show she’s a limb？ We’ll have fine works with her； I reckon。 I hate these nigger young uns！ so disgusting！ I wonder that Mas’r would buy her！”
The “young un” alluded to heard all these comments with the subdued and doleful air which seemed habitual to her； only scanning； with a keen and furtive glance of her flickering eyes； the ornaments which Jane wore in her ears。 When arrayed at last in a suit of decent and whole clothing； her hair cropped short to her head； Miss Ophelia； with some satisfaction； said she looked more Christian…like than she did； and in her own mind began to mature some plans for her instruction。
Sitting down before her； she began to question her。
“How old are you； Topsy？”
“Dun no； Missis；” said the image； with a grin that showed all her teeth。
“Don’t know how old you are？ Didn’t anybody ever tell you？ Who was your mother？”
“Never had none！” said the child； with another grin。
“Never had any mother？ What do you mean？ Where were you born？”
“Never was born！” persisted Topsy； with another grin； that looked so goblin…like； that； if Miss Ophelia had been at all nervous； she might have fancied that she had got hold of some sooty gnome from the land of Diablerie； but Miss Ophelia was not nervous； but plain and business…like； and she said； with some sternness；
“You mustn’t answer me in that way； child； I’m not playing with you。 Tell me where you were born； and who your father and mother were。”
“Never was born；” reiterated the creature； more emphatically； “never had no father nor mother； nor nothin’。 I was raised by a speculator； with lots of others。 Old Aunt Sue used to take car on us。”
The child was evidently sincere； and Jane； breaking into a short laugh； said；
“Laws； Missis； there’s heaps of ’em。 Speculators buys ’em up cheap； when they’s little； and gets ’em raised for market。”
“How long have you lived with your master and mistress？”
“Dun no； Missis。”
“Is it a year； or more； or less？”
“Dun no； Missis。”
“Laws； Missis； those low negroes；—they can’t tell； they don’t know anything about time；” said Jane； “they don’t know what a year is； they don’t know their own ages。
“Have you ever heard anything about God； Topsy？”
The child looked bewildered； but grinned as usual。
“Do you know who made you？”
“Nobody； as I knows on；” said the child； with a short laugh。
The idea appeared to amuse her considerably； for her eyes twinkled； and she added；
“I spect I grow’d。 Don’t think nobody never made me。”
“Do you know how to sew？” said Miss Ophelia； who thought she would turn her inquiries to something more tangible。
“No； Missis。”
“What can you do？—what did you do for your master and mistress？”
“Fetch water； and wash dishes； and rub knives； and wait on folks。”
“Were they good to you？”
“Spect they was；” said the child； scanning Miss Ophelia cunningly。
Miss Ophelia rose from this encouraging colloquy； St。 Clare was leaning over the back of her chair。
“You find virgin soil there； Cousin； put in your own ideas；—you won’t find many to pull up。”
Miss Ophelia’s ideas of education； like all her other ideas； were very set and definite； and of the kind that prevailed in New England a century ago； and which are still preserved in some very retired and unsophisticated parts； where there are no railroads。 As nearly as could be expressed； they could be comprised in very few words： to teach them to mind when they were spoken to； to teach them the catechism； sewing； and reading； and to whip them if they told lies。 And though； of course； in the flood of light that is now poured on education； these are left far away in the rear； yet it is an undisputed fact that our grandmothers raised some tolerably fair men and women under this regime； as many of us can remember and testify。 At all events； Miss Ophelia knew of nothing else to do； and； therefore； applied her mind to her heathen with the best diligence she could command。
The child was announced and considered in the family as Miss Ophelia’s girl； and； as she was looked upon with no gracious eye in the kitchen； Miss Ophelia resolved to confine her sphere of operation and instruction chiefly to her own chamber。 With a self…sacrifice which some of our readers will appreciate； she resolved； instead of comfortably making her own bed； sweeping and dusting her own chamber；—which she had hitherto done； in utter scorn of all offers of help from the chambermaid of the establishment；—to condemn herself to the martyrdom of instructing Topsy to perform these operations；—ah； woe the day！ Did any of our readers ever do the same； they will appreciate the amount of her self…sacrifice。
Miss Ophelia began with Topsy by taking her into her chamber； the first morning； and solemnly commencing a course of instruction in the art and mystery of bed…making。
Behold； then； Topsy； washed and shorn of all the little braided tails wherein her heart had delighted； arrayed in a clean gown； with well…starched apron； standing reverently before Miss Ophelia； with an expression of solemnity well befitting a funeral。
“Now； Topsy； I’m going to show you just how my bed is to be made。 I am very particular about my bed。 You must learn exactly how to do it。”
“Yes； ma’am；” says Topsy； with a deep sigh； and a face of woful earnestness。
“Now； Topsy； look here；—this is the hem of the sheet；—this is the right side of the sheet； and this is the wrong；—will you remember？”
“Yes； ma’am；” says Topsy； with another sigh。
“Well； now； the under sheet you must bring over the bolster；—so—and tuck it clear down under the mattress nice and smooth；—so；—do you see？”
“Yes； ma’am；” said Topsy； with profound attention。
“But the upper sheet；” said Miss Ophelia； “must be brought down in this way； and tucked under firm and smooth at the foot；—so；—the narrow hem at the foot。”
“Yes； ma’am；” said Topsy； as before；—but we will add； what Miss Ophelia did not see； that； during the time when the good lady’s back was turned in the zeal of her manipulations； the young disciple had contrived to snatch a pair of gloves and a ribbon； which she had adroitly slipped into her sleeves； and stood with her hands dutifully folded； as before。
“Now； Topsy； let’s see you do this；” said Miss Ophelia； pulling off the clothes； and seating herself。
Topsy； with great gravity and adroitness； went through the exercise completely to Miss Ophelia’s satisfaction； smoothing the sheets； patting out every wrinkle； and exhibiting； through the whole process； a gravity and seriousness with which her instructress was greatly edified。 By an unlucky slip； however； a fluttering fragment of the ribbon hung out of one of her sleeves； just as she was finishing； and caught Miss Ophelia’s attention。 Instantly； she pounced upon it。 “What’s this？ You naughty； wicked child；—you’ve been stealing this！”
The ribbon was pulled out of Topsy’s own sleeve； yet was she not in the least disconcerted； she only looked at it with an air of the most surprised and unconscious innocence。
“Laws！ why； that ar’s Miss Feely’s ribbon； an’t it？ How could it a got caught in my sleeve？
“Topsy； you naughty girl； don’t you tell me a lie；—you stole that ribbon！”
“Missis； I declar for ’t； I didn’t；—never seed it till dis yer blessed minnit。”
“Topsy；” said Miss Ophelia； “don’t you now it’s wicked to tell lies？”
“I never tell no lies； Miss Feely；” said Topsy； with virtuous gravity； “it’s jist the truth I’ve been a tellin now； and an’t nothin else。”
“Topsy； I shall have to whip you； if you tell lies so。”
“Laws； Missis； if you’s to whip all day； couldn’t say no other way；” said Topsy； beginning to blubber。 “I never seed dat ar；—it must a got caught in my sleeve。 Miss Feeley must have left it on the bed； and it got caught in the clothes； and so got in my sleeve。”
Miss Ophelia was so indignant at