Frank's assistance, helped the poor woman to a comfortable
position on the bed, which fortunately was in the corner of the
same room. Had it been upstairs, the removal would have been
attended with considerable difficulty as well as pain to Chloe.

Pomp, the acuteness of whose pain had subsided, looked on with
wondering eyes while Frank and Mrs. Frost "toted" his mother onto
the bed, as he expressed it.

Chloe accepted, with wondering gratitude, the personal attentions
of Mrs. Frost, who bound up the injured foot with a softness of
touch which brought no pain to the sufferer.

"You ain't too proud, missus, to tend to a poor black woman," she
said. "Down Souf dey used to tell us dat everybody looked down on
de poor nigger and lef' 'em to starve an' die if dey grow sick."

"They told you a great many things that were not true, Chloe,"
said Mrs. Frost quietly. "The color of the skin ought to make no
difference where we have it in our power to render kind offices."

"Do you believe niggers go to de same heaven wid w'ite folks,
missus?" asked Chloe, after a pause.

"Why should they not? They were made by the same God."

"I dunno, missus," said Chloe. "I hopes you is right."

"Do you think you can spare Pomp a little while to go home with
us?"