Henry Morton became a member of the little household at the farm
on Thursday, and two days later Chloe came as usual to "clean
house."
The young man was standing in the front yard as Chloe, with a
white turban on her head, for she had not yet laid aside her
Southern mode of dress, came from the street by a little path
which led to the back door. Her attention was naturally drawn to
the young man. No sooner did she obtain a full view of him, than
she stopped short and exclaimed with every appearance of
surprise, "Why, Mass' Richard, who'd'a' thought to see you here.
You look just like you used to do, dat's a fac'. It does my old
eyes good to see you."
Henry Morton turned suddenly.
"What, Chloe!" he exclaimed in equal surprise. "What brings you
up here? I thought you were miles away, in Virginia."
"So I was, Mass' Richard. But Lor' bless you, when de Linkum
sogers come, I couldn't stay no longer. I took and runned away."
"And here you are, then."
"Yes, Mass' Richard, here I is, for sure.
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