But don't you know we are just like other people ?" She shook her head.

"Oh, yes, we are.

Why, _I_ have a little girl at home--not any bigger than you." "Have you ?" asked Virgie, her budding racial prejudice at war with youthful curiosity.

"What's her name ?" "Gertrude," he answered softly, tenderly.

"Gertrude Morrison.