"Don't bump your head," said Jack, and stepped before to open the door leading into her apartment,--an unfinished chamber over the kitchen, the roof slanting nearly to the floor, so that the bed could stand only in the middle of the room.

A small half window furnished light and air.

Jack returned to the sitting room with the remark that the child would soon outgrow those quarters.
"When she DOES, she'll outgrow the house," remarked the mother.
"What can she do to help you ?" asked Mary.

"She came just in the right time, didn't she?
Just the very day after Bridget left," continued she.
"I'll see what she can do in the morning," was the answer.
While this conversation was passing below, Frado lay, revolving in her little mind whether she would remain or not until her mother's return.
She was of wilful, determined nature, a stranger to fear, and would not hesitate to wander away should she decide to.

She remembered the conversation of her mother with Seth, the words "given away" which she heard used in reference to herself; and though she did not know their full import, she thought she should, by remaining, be in some relation to white people she was never favored with before.