"There's Frado's six years old, and pretty, if she is yours, and white folks'll say so.

She'd be a prize somewhere," he continued, tipping his chair back against the wall, and placing his feet upon the rounds, as if he had much more to say when in the right position.
Frado, as they called one of Mag's children, was a beautiful mulatto, with long, curly black hair, and handsome, roguish eyes, sparkling with an exuberance of spirit almost beyond restraint.
Hearing her name mentioned, she looked up from her play, to see what Seth had to say of her.
"Wouldn't the Bellmonts take her ?" asked Seth.
"Bellmonts ?" shouted Mag.

"His wife is a right she-devil! and if--" "Hadn't they better be all together ?" interrupted Seth, reminding her of a like epithet used in reference to her little ones.
Without seeming to notice him, she continued, "She can't keep a girl in the house over a week; and Mr.Bellmont wants to hire a boy to work for him, but he can't find one that will live in the house with her; she's so ugly, they can't." "Well, we've got to make a move soon," answered Seth; "if you go with me, we shall go right off.

Had you rather spare the other one ?" asked Seth, after a short pause.
"One's as bad as t'other," replied Mag.

"Frado is such a wild, frolicky thing, and means to do jest as she's a mind to; she won't go if she don't want to.