Capitolo 46
days. But in the meantime it would not make to use the foot.
"What will I do, lady?" Groaned Chloe. "Me to the they didn't find nothin'
cooked to the oven on. 'Pears as Pomp and I have to starve."
"Not so bad as that, Chloe", Mrs. said Frost, with a reassuring
smile. "After we have Him to us on the bed we will take house it Pumps with
us, and it gives him enough food to last her/it both the a couple of days.
At the end of that time, or sooner, if you go out, you can send
him on new."
Chloe warmly expressed his/her gratitude and her/it Mrs. Frost, calling in
The assistance of Frank, helped the poor woman to a comfort
you position on the bed of which was fortunately in the angle the
same room. If you/he/she had been above, the removal would have been
frequented with considerable difficulty as the pain to Chloe.
Pomp, the acuteness of which pain had lowered looked above with
eyes that ask while Frank and her Mrs. Frost "they brought" his/her mother above
the bed as him the express ones.
Chloe accepted, with asking himself/herself/itself the gratitude, the personal attentions
of Mrs. Frost of what it limited on the damaged foot with a softness
I touch that didn't bring pain to the suffering one.
"You the ai not too much proud, lady, to mind to a black woman" and poor, her
says. "Down the dey of Souf told us dat on which each has looked down
de poor nigger and lef' 'em to starve a' it dies if deys grow ill."
"They told Them him a lot of things that were not true Chloe,,"
says Mrs. quietly Covers with cold. "The color of the skin should do anybody
difference where we have him to us in our power to make kind offices."
"You believe that niggerses go to de the same sky wid w'ite you populate,
lady?" Asked Chloe, after a break.
"Because owes not them? They was served as the same God."
"Me dunno, lady", said Chloe. "Me the hopes you are right."
"You think that you can save a small time to go home with Pomp
us?"
"Yes, lady. Here You, Pomp" she called, "you go dis of wid of house
good lady, and she wants gib You anything for Your ill poor man
mudder. Does it feel?"