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"
Ah
!
that
is
so
,
"
replied
Harris
.
"
I
had
forgotten
that
the
war
of
1862
had
decided
that
grave
question
.
I
ask
those
honest
men
's
pardon
for
it
,
"
added
Harris
,
with
that
delicate
irony
which
a
Southerner
must
put
into
his
language
when
speaking
to
blacks
.
"
But
on
seeing
those
gentlemen
in
your
service
,
I
believed
--
--
"
"
They
are
not
,
and
have
never
been
,
in
my
service
,
sir
,
"
replied
Mrs.
Weldon
,
gravely
.
"
We
should
be
honored
in
serving
you
,
Mrs.
Weldon
,
"
then
said
old
Tom
.
"
But
,
as
Mr.
Harris
knows
,
we
do
not
belong
to
anybody
.
I
have
been
a
slave
myself
,
it
is
true
,
and
sold
as
such
in
Africa
,
when
I
was
only
six
years
old
;
but
my
son
Bat
,
here
,
was
born
of
an
enfranchised
father
,
and
,
as
to
our
companions
,
they
were
born
of
free
parents
.
"
"
I
can
only
congratulate
you
about
it
,
"
replied
Harris
,
in
a
tone
which
Mrs.
Weldon
did
not
find
sufficiently
serious
.
"
In
this
land
of
Bolivia
,
also
,
we
have
no
slaves
.
Then
you
have
nothing
to
fear
,
and
you
can
go
about
as
freely
here
as
in
the
New
England
States
.
"
At
that
moment
little
Jack
,
followed
by
Nan
,
came
out
of
the
grotto
rubbing
his
eyes
.
Then
,
perceiving
his
mother
,
he
ran
to
her
.
Mrs.
Weldon
embraced
him
tenderly
.
