When I heard you was comin' from India I thought you was a black too." Mary sat up in bed furious.
"What!" she said.

"What! You thought I was a native.

You--you daughter of a pig!" Martha stared and looked hot.
"Who are you callin' names ?" she said.

"You needn't be so vexed.
That's not th' way for a young lady to talk.

I've nothin' against th' blacks.