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Title: The story of Little Black Sambo
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Bannerman, Helen, 1862-1946 Neill, John R. (John Rea), ill
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Publisher: Chicago, Ill. : The Reilly and Britton Co.
Contributing Library: Boston Public Library
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scrawny black girlcaused Miss Ophelia, Mr. St. Clares cou-sin, to throw up her hands in amazement, **What is it! she exclaimed. Tve made a purchase for you, said he,with a grin, looking first at Topsy, whoseeyes were bulging wide open at the sight ofthe fine furniture, and then at his cousin,who had folded her hands in despair. Augustine, what in the world did youbring her here for? protested MissOphelia. For you to educate, to be sure, he re-plied, laughingly. 41 1 o p s y I thought her a funny little Jim Crowand I bought her. Here, Topsy, headded, whistling as one would call the at-tention of a puppy dog, give us a songand show Miss Ophelia how well you candance. Topsys eyes glittered with a kind ofwicked drollery, and then, in a clear, shrillvoice, she struck up an old negro melody,to which she kept time with her hands andfeet, spinning round, clapping her hands,knocking her knees together and shufflingher feet. Finally, she turned two somer-saults in front of Miss Ophelia so close
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1 o p s y that she almost took the good ladys breathaway with amazement. Topsy, this is your new mistress, saidMr. St. Clare, solemnly. O yes, masr, replied Topsy, withanother twinkle. For poor Miss Ophelia, already bur-dened with the care of a lot of little blacks,it was hard to understand why fate hadbrought this imp of darkness into her life. But, being a good Christian woman, shebowed to the inevitable and promised todo her best with the child. 44 How old are you, Topsy? she asked,kindly. *Dunno, missis, said Topsy, showingall her white teeth. Didnt anybody ever tell you? Whowas your mother? Nevah had none! answered the childwith another grin. Never had a mother? Why, Topsy,what do you mean? Where were youborn? Nevah was born! replied the littleimp, still grinning, and all the questions 45

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