Full of fun and drollery, he attracted plenty
of attention when he came into the village, and earned many a
penny from the boys by his plantation songs and dances.
Now, however, he appeared in a mood entirely different, and it
was easy to see that he was much frightened.
"What's the matter, Pomp?" asked Frank, as he brought his horse
to a standstill.
"Mammy done killed herself," he repeated, wringing his hands in
terror.
A moan from the interior of the house seemed to make it clear
that something had happened.
Mrs. Frost pushed the door open and entered.
Chloe had sunk down on the floor and was rocking back and forth,
holding her right foot in both hands, with an expression of acute
pain on her sable face. Beside her was a small pail, bottom
upward.
Mrs. Frost was at no loss to conjecture the nature of the
accident which had befallen her. The pail had contained hot
water, and its accidental overturn had scalded poor Chloe.
"Are you much hurt, Chloe?" asked Mrs. Frost sympathizingly.
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