“Yes, Mass' Richard, here I is, for sure.”
“How do you like the North, Chloe?”
“Don't like it as well as de Souf. It's too cold,” and Chloe shivered.
“But you would rather be here than there?”
“Yes, Mass' Richard. Here I own myself. Don't have no oberseer to crack his whip at me now. I'se a free woman now, and so's my little Pomp.”
The young man smiled at the innocent mistake.
“Pomp is your little boy, I suppose, Chloe.”
“Yes, Mass' Richard.”
“Is he a good boy?”
“He's as sassy as de debble,” said Chloe emphatically. “I don't know what's goin' to 'come of dat boy. He's most worried my life out.”