The Little Slave Girl - A True Story, Told by Mammy Sara Herself, Who Is Still Alive #263649

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.