CHAPTER SEVEN. 

THE MIDDY OBTAINS A DECIDED ADVANCE, AND MAKES PETER THE GREAT HIS CONFIDANT. 

Many months passed, after the events narrated in the last chapter, before George Foster had the good-fortune to meet again with Hugh Sommers, and several weeks elapsed before he had the chance of another interview with the daughter. 

Indeed, he was beginning to despair of ever again seeing either the one or the other, and it required the utmost energy and the most original suggestions of a hopeful nature on the part of his faithful friend to prevent his giving way altogether, and having, as Peter expressed it, "anoder fit ob de blues." 

At last fortune favoured him. He was busy in the garden one day planting flowers, when Peter came to him and said-- 

"I's got news for you to-day, Geo'ge." 

"Indeed," said the middy, with a weary sigh; "what may your news be?" 

"You 'member dat pictur' ob de coffee-house in de town what you doo'd?" 

"Yes, now you mention it, I do, though I had almost forgotten it." 

"Ah! but I not forgit 'im! Well, yesterday I tuk it to massa, an' he bery much pleased. He say, bring you up to de house, an' he gib you some work to do." 

"I wish," returned Foster, "that he'd ask me to make a portrait of little Hester Sommers." 

"You forgit, Geo'ge, de Moors neber git deir portraits doo'd. Dey 'fraid ob de evil eye." 

"Well, when are we to go up?" 

"Now--I jist come for you." 
who came to visit George? and who came to him to deliver some news? what was his news? how long had it been since George met with Hugh? was George beginning to despair? how did Peter describe it when he felt that way? who is a middy? what was he doing when Peter arrived? was it fortunate that Peter had come to him? when were they supposed to go visit the master? what was George going to do for him? what did Foster wish he asked him? what did Peter say they never do? why don't they?
Hugh Sommers Peter His master has work for George many months yes "anoder fit ob de blues." George planting flowers yes now some work to make a portrait of little Hester Sommers get their portraits done They're afraid of the evil eye