"
"How do you like the North, Chloe?"
"Don't like it as well as de Souf. It's too cold," and Chloe
shivered.
"But you would rather be here than there?"
"Yes, Mass' Richard. Here I own myself. Don't have no oberseer to
crack his whip at me now. I'se a free woman now, and so's my
little Pomp."
The young man smiled at the innocent mistake.
"Pomp is your little boy, I suppose, Chloe."
"Yes, Mass' Richard."
"Is he a good boy?"
"He's as sassy as de debble," said Chloe emphatically. "I don't
know what's goin' to 'come of dat boy. He's most worried my life
out."
"Oh, he'll grow better as he grows older. Don't trouble yourself
about him. But, Chloe, there's one favor I am going to ask of
you."
"Yes, Mass' Richard."
"Don't call me by my real name. For some reasons, which I can't
at present explain, I prefer to be known as Henry Morton, for
some months to come. Do you think you can remember to call me by
that name?"
"Yes, Mass'--Henry," said Chloe, looking perplexed.
Henry Morton turned round to meet the surprised looks of Frank
and his mother.
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