She found it delightful and sympathized with the unrestrained eagerness of the homely country faces about her, with the children beating their spoons on their empty plates.
The colored waiters presently began to stream in, each wearing a soiled white jacket, each bearing aloft a huge tray on which were stacked filled dishes and steaming cups.
Colored people have a keen instinct for class.

One of the waiters happened to note her, advanced bowing and smiling with that good-humored, unservile courtesy which is the peculiar possession of the Americanized colored race.

He flourished her into a chair with a "Good morning, miss.

It's going to be a fine day." And as soon as she was seated he began to form round her plate a large inclosing arc of side dishes--fried fish, fried steak, fried egg, fried potatoes, wheat cakes, canned peaches, a cup of coffee.

He drew toward her a can of syrup, a pitcher of cream, and a bowl of granulated sugar.
"Anything else ?" said he, with a show of teeth white and sound.
"No--nothing.