Question

In bleak and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
But the first one held hers back,
For, of the faces round the fire,
She noticed one was black.
The next man looking 'cross the way
Saw ong not of his church​

Answer 1

what's the question

jghvhkgyiyihjhugfyjbfjsyhfk