She screamed loudly, and rushed into her son's room and dragged him out of bed.

She did not allow him time to dress, but was dragging him to the door.
Belton rushed into the house.

Antoinette did not greet him, but cried in anxious, frenzied tones: "Belton! there is your white child! Look at him! Look at him!" The boy looked up at Belton, and if ever one person favored another, this child favored him.

Belton was dazed.

He looked from child to mother and from mother to child.