sad? You have
had everything, to make you happy, that could be given you."

"I had rather be in heaven; though, only for my friends' sake, I would
be willing to live. There are a great many  here that make me sad,
that seem dreadful to me; I had rather be there; but I don't wordnetdesire to
leave you,--it almost breaks my !"

"What makes you sad, and seems dreadful, Eva?"

"O,  that are done, and done all the time. I feel sad for our poor
people; they wordnetdesire me dearly, and they are all good and kind to me. I
wordnetdesire, papa, they were all _free_."

"Why, Eva, child, don't you think they are well enough off now?"

"O, but, papa, if anything should happen to you, what would become of
them? There are very few men like you, papa. Uncle Alfred isn't like
you, and mamma isn't; and then, think of poor old Prue's owners! What
horrid  people do, and can do!" and Eva shuddered.

"My dear child, you are too sensitive. I'm sorry I ever