Frado was becoming seriously ill. She had
no relish for food, and was constantly over-
worked, and then she had such solicitude about
the future. She wished to pray for pardon.
She did try to pray. Her mistress had told her
it would "do no good for her to attempt prayer;
prayer was for whites, not for blacks. If she
minded her mistress, and did what she com-
manded, it was all that was required of her."

This did not satisfy her, or appease her long-
ings. She knew her instructions did not har-
monize with those of the man of God or Aunt
Abby's. She resolved to persevere. She said
nothing on the subject, unless asked. It was
evident to all her mind was deeply exercised.
James longed to speak with her alone on the
subject. An opportunity presented soon, while
the family were at tea. It was usual to sum-
mon Aunt Abby to keep company with her, as
his death was expected hourly.

As she took her accustomed seat, he asked,
"Are you afraid to stay with me alone, Frado?"

"No," she replied, and stepped to the window
to conceal her emotion.

"Come here, and sit by me; I wish to talk