Tom watched the little lady , and tried to make friends with her . His pockets were full of all kinds of things , with which he used to amuse his old master 's children . He could make whistles of every sort and size , cut baskets out of cherry-stones , faces out of nut-shells , jumping figures out of bits of wood . He brought these out one by one , and though the little girl was shy at first , they soon grew to be great friends . ` What is missy 's name ? ' said Tom one day . ` Evangeline St. Clare , ' said the little girl ; ` though papa and everybody else call me Eva . Now , what 's your name ? ' ` My name 's Tom . The little chil ` en at my old home used to call me Uncle Tom . ' ` Then I mean to call you Uncle Tom , because , you see , I like you , ' said Eva . ` So , Uncle Tom , where are you going ? ' ' I do n't know , Miss Eva . ' ` Do n't know ? ' said Eva . ` No . I 'm going to be sold to somebody . I do n't know who . ' ` My papa can buy you , said Eva quickly . ` If he buys you you will have good times .
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