Baron.
"My ward virtually says that she will do as she pleases. The slaves
have been told that they are free and so can do as they please.
Henceforth I suppose I am to speak to my niece with bated breath,
and be at the beck and call of every Sambo on the place."
"You are not 'weltering in your own blood,' uncle, and the 'roof is
not blazing over our heads,'" replied Miss Lou quietly. "You have
merely been told that you could have supper when it pleased you and
then sleep in peace and safety. Aunt, I will thank you for the key
of my trunk. I wish to put my things back in their places."
Mrs. Baron took it from her pocket without a word, and Miss Lou went
to her room.
True to her nature, Mrs. Whately began to pour oil on the lacerated
feelings of her brother and sister-in-law. "Louise is right," she
said. "Things are so much better than we expected--than they might
have been--that we should raise our hearts in thankfulness. Just
think! If this Northern officer is what you fear, why would he have
spared my son, whom he might have killed in fair battle? In his
conduct toward the wounded he showed a good, kindly spirit.
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