He had come that very day to tell Eliza what he meant to do . As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Shelby stopped talking , Eliza crept away to her own room , where little Harry was sleeping . There he lay with his pretty curls around his face . His rosy mouth was half open , his fat little hands thrown out over the bed-clothes , and a smile like a sunbeam upon his face . ` My baby , my sweet-one , ' said Eliza , ` they have sold you . But mother will save you yet ! ' She did not cry . She was too sad and sorrowful for that . Taking a piece of paper and a pencil , she wrote quickly . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- ` Oh , missis ! dear missis ! do n't think me ungrateful -- do n't think hard of me , anyway ! I heard all you and master said to-night . I am going to try to save my boy -- you will not blame me I God bless and reward you for all your kindness ! ' Eliza was going to run away . She gathered a few of Harry 's clothes into a bundle , put on her hat and jacket , and went to wake him . Poor Harry was rather frightened at being waked in the middle of the night , and at seeing his mother bending over him , with her hat and jacket on . ` What is the matter , mother ? ' he said beginning to cry . -LSB- Illustration -RSB- ` Hush , ' she said , ` Harry must n't cry or speak aloud , or they will hear us .
A wicked man was coming XXXXX take little Harry away from his mother , and carry him ` way off in the dark .
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