For this purpose she engaged Chloe to come twice a week, on Monday and Saturday, not only because in this way she could help the woman to earn a living, but also because she found her a valuable and efficient assistant.
Henry Morton became a member of the little household at the farm on Thursday, and two days later Chloe came as usual to "clean house." The young man was standing in the front yard as Chloe, with a white turban on her head, for she had not yet laid aside her Southern mode of dress, came from the street by a little path which led to the back door.
Her attention was naturally drawn to the young man.

No sooner did she obtain a full view of him, than she stopped short and exclaimed with every appearance of surprise, "Why, Mass' Richard, who'd'a' thought to see you here.

You look just like you used to do, dat's a fac'.

It does my old eyes good to see you." Henry Morton turned suddenly.
"What, Chloe!" he exclaimed in equal surprise.

"What brings you up here?
I thought you were miles away, in Virginia." "So I was, Mass' Richard.