CHAPTER LVII. CLEAR SHINING AFTER RAIN.

ClaytonhadoccasiontovisitNewYorkonbusiness. HeneverwentwithoutcarryingsometokenofremembrancefromthefriendsinhissettlementtoMilly,nowindeedfaradvancedinyears,whileyet,intheexpressivewordsofScripture,"hereyewasnotdim,norhernaturalforceabated." HefoundherinaneatlittletenementinoneoftheouterstreetsofNewYork,surroundedbyaboutadozenchildren,amongwhomwereblacks,whites,andforeigners.Theseshehadrescuedfromutterdestitutioninthestreets,andwasgivingtothemalltheattentionandaffectionofamother. "Why,blessyou,sir,"shesaidtohim,pleasantly,asheopenedthedoor,"it'sgoodtoseeyouoncemore!HowisMissAnne?" "Verywell,Milly.ShesentyouthislittlepacketandyouwillfindsomethingfromHarryandLisette,andalltherestofyourfriendsinoursettlement.—Ah!aretheseallyourchildren,Milly?" "Yes,honeymineanddeLord's.Disyer'smyseconddozen.Defustisallingoodplaces,anddoingwell.Ikeepsmyeyeon'em,andgoesroundtoseeafter'emalittle,nowandthen." "AndhowisTomtit?" "Oh,Tomtit'sdoingbeautiful,thank'e,sir.He's'comeaChristian,andjinedthechurchandtheyhashimtowaitandtendattheanti-slaveryoffice,andhedoeswell." "Iseeyouhaveblackandwhitehere,"saidClayton,glancingaroundthecircle. "Laws,yes,"saidMilly,lookingcomplacentlyaround"Idon'tmakenodistinctionsofcolor,—Idon'tbelieveinthem.Whitechil'en,whenthey'havesthemselves,isjestasgoodasblack,andIloves'emjestaswell." "Don