Little Slave Girl

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Baby sprawled on a piece Of an Old bed quilt, and little Rebecca stood and looked at her. Baby cooed and laughed and gurgled and caught at her dimpled hands and feet, and rolled over and over on the Old quilt, her black eyes dancing with fun, and every silky black curl bobbing. But all the baby's Wiles and graces did not draw an answering smile or laugh from Rebecca, though manifestly her attention was fixed upon the little one.