When you read about 'em in tracts they're always very religious.

You always read as a black's a man an' a brother.

I've never seen a black an' I was fair pleased to think I was goin' to see one close.

When I come in to light your fire this mornin' I crep' up to your bed an' pulled th' cover back careful to look at you.

An' there you was," disappointedly, "no more black than me--for all you're so yeller." Mary did not even try to control her rage and humiliation.