"'I put it there, ma'am.'

"'But what induced you?'

"'She told me to do so, ma'am. A few days before she was taken sick, she
called me and took from her bureau-drawer, that ring. The ring was in a
small box. She was very pale when she spoke--she looked more like death
than she does now, ma'am. I know'd she wasn't able to stand, and I said,
'Sit down, honey, and then tell me what you want me to do.'

"'Mammy,' said she, 'you've had a world of trouble with me, and you've had
trouble of your own all your life; but I am not going to give you much
more--I shall soon be where trouble cannot come.'

"'Don't talk that way, child,' said I, 'you will get through with this, and
then you will have something to love and to care for, that will make you
happy again.'

"'Never in this world,' said she; 'but mammy, I have one favor more to ask
of you--and you must promise me to do it.'

"'What is it, Miss Ellen?' said I, 'you know I would die for you if 'twould
do you any good.'

"'It is this,' she said, speaking very slowly, and in a low tone, 'when I
am dead, mammy, when you are all by yourself, for I am sure you will stay
by me to the last, I want you to put this ring on the third finger of my
left hand--will you remember?--on the third finger of my left hand.' She
said it over twice, ma'am, and she was whiter than that rose that lays on