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 The very sight of the scrawny black girl caused Miss Ophelia, Mr. St. Clare’s cousin, to throw up her hands in amazement.

“What is it!” she exclaimed.

“I’ve made a purchase for you,” said he, with a grin, looking first at Topsy, whose eyes were bulging wide open at the sight of the fine furniture, and then at his cousin, who had folded her hands in despair.

“Augustine, what in the world did you bring her here for?” protested Miss Ophelia.

“For you to educate, to be sure,” he replied, laughingly.