Em. said no more, but remained gazing fixedly at the picture, as she would not have dared to gaze at the apparition. Yes, it was the very same form! the very same features! the same sunlit, auburn tresses! the same pure, clear-cut, alabaster profile! the same large, drooping blue eyes—even the same flowing silver gauze veil and white satin robe! Em. shivered, half in terror, half in admiration, and felt for the moment as if she should lose her reason. Old ’Sias waited with exemplary patience, but as minute after minute passed and the young girl stood there as motionless as if she had “taken root,” the old man thought proper at last to break the spell by saying: “Come, honey, it’s getting on to two o’clock. If yer want to see de drawing-rooms and de library and de boody we’d better be a-movin’.” “No, I will not look at anything else this morning,” said Em., with her eyes still fixed upon the picture. In his surprise old ’Sias stared at the spellbound girl, and then suddenly uttered a loud exclamation that startled even her. “Why, what is the matter, Uncle ’Sias?” she inquired, turning sharply around. “Oh, my law, honey!” cried the old man, staring first at her and then at the picture. “What is it, then?” she repeated. “Oh, honey, de _likeness_! _de ’strornary likeness!_” exclaimed the amazed old man. “What likeness, Uncle ’Sias?” inquired Em. “’Twixt you and de picter, honey!—’twixt you and de picter! Let alone de diffunce in de clo’s, de picter is de image ob yer, honey! de same face, de same eyes, de same hair! Well, law, I nebber did see such a likeness ’twixt two in all de days ob my life!” “_Is_ the picture so much like me? How strange,” said Em. in perplexity as she gazed at the portrait and tried to remember how her own face looked in the glass; but could not do so. “_Like_ yer, honey? Well, chile, I has libbed in dis yer sublunatic speer for a hund’ed and fifty year, more or less, honey, more or less, an’ I nebber see no sech a likeness before, dere!” solemnly replied the old negro. “It is very wonderful! but everything about the picture and—the lady, too—is wonderful,” said Em., as her mind reverted to the apparition of the night previous. “Come, honey, I d’want to hurry yer; but de time is gettin’ on, an’ Sereny—I promised of her to get back to dinner at two o’clock, honey, an’ Sereny do have sich a wiolent temper!” said old ’Sias uneasily. “Sereny?” questioned Em. “Yes, honey, Sereny; that’s my wife, my second one, chile, not my fust one, as has passed away to de gloryland long ago, dough she wasn’t nuffin nigh as old as I was; no, honey, Sereny is my young wife as I took las’ year to keep me warm in my ole age—accordin’ to King David and Abishey, honey, and true nuff, she _do_ keep me warm—wid her temper and her tongue, let alone de broomstick and de hoe-helve, honey! An’ ef I don’t get home by two o’clock, chile, I shall get hoe-helve ’stead of hoe-cake for dinner, mine I tell you!” said the old man, sighing.