You can go." This was said in so peremptory a manner, as to leave no room for discussion or rejoinder, and Alfred, with a chagrined look, went muttering down stairs.
"Things have come to a pretty pass," grumbled he.

"I'm to wait on niggers, black their boots, and drive them out, too, I suppose.

I'd leave at once if it wasn't such a good situation.

Drat the old picture--what has come over her I wonder--she'll be asking old Aunt Charity, the black washerwoman to dine with her next.

She has either gone crazy or turned abolitionist, I don't know which; something has happened to her, that's certain." "Now, Charlie," said Mrs.Bird, as the door closed upon the crest-fallen gardener, "go to your room and dress yourself nicely.