He loved his little mistress Eva very tenderly , and she was ill . He saw that she was growing white and thin . She no longer ran and played in the garden for hours together as she used to do . She was always tired now . Miss Ophelia noticed it too , and tried to make Mr. St. Clare see it . But he would not . He loved his little Eva so much , that he did not want to believe that anything could be the matter with her . Mrs. St. Clare never thought that any one , except herself , could be ill . So Eva grew daily thinner and weaker , and Uncle Tom and Aunt Ophelia more and more sad and anxious . But at last she became so unwell , that even Mr. St. Clare had to own that something was wrong , and the doctor was sent for . In a week or two she was very much better . Once more she ran about playing and laughing , and her father was delighted . Only Miss Ophelia and the doctor sighed and shook their heads . And little Eva herself knew ; but she was not troubled . She knew she was going to God . ` Papa ' she said one day , ` there are some things I want to say to you . I want to say them now while I am able . ' She seated herself on his knee , and laid her head on his shoulder . ` It is all no use , papa , to keep it to myself any longer . The time is coming when I am going to leave you .
I am going , never to come back ' , and XXXXX sobbed .
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