They chatted awhile until Frado seemed cheerful; then James led her to her room, and waited until she retired.
"Are you glad I've come home ?" asked James.
"Yes; if you won't let me be whipped tomorrow." "You won't be whipped.

You must try to be a good girl," counselled James.
"If I do, I get whipped," sobbed the child.

"They won't believe what I say.

Oh, I wish I had my mother back; then I should not be kicked and whipped so.

Who made me so ?" "God," answered James.
"Did God make you ?" "Yes." "Who made Aunt Abby ?" "God." "Who made your mother ?" "God." "Did the same God that made her make me ?" "Yes." "Well, then, I don't like him." "Why not ?" "Because he made her white, and me black.