All of the Mount Vernon family, white and black, were assembled on the porch, directly after breakfast, to say good-bye to the young travellers. William Fairfax, on horseback, was to start in another direction. Little Mildred, in her black mammy’s arms, was kept in the hall, away from the raw winter air. Betty kissed her a dozen times, and cried a little; but when George took her in his arms, and, after holding her silently to his breast, handed her back to her mammy, the little girl clung to him and cried so piteously that George had to unlock her baby arms from around his neck and run away.