"Did you ever see anything so fine and soft and fluffy as that beautiful white hair of hers?
It looks like a crimped snow-drift.

I wouldn't mind being a grandmother to-morrow if I could look like that." She came up smiling, and beckoned the girls to follow her.

"I want to show you something comical," she said.

"I just discovered it." She led the way to the end of the porch, and there, standing in a row, were six little darkies, so black that their faces scarcely showed against the black background of the night.

Only their rolling white eyeballs and gleaming teeth could be seen distinctly.
"They are Allison's proteges," she said.