I wish that we were either white or black!"-- and the tears, two "shining ones," stood in the poor quadroon's eyes.
Tha daughter stood up, her eyes flashing.
"God made us, Maman," she said with a gentle, but stately smile.
"Ha!" said the mother, her keen glance darting through her tears, "Sin made _me_, yes." "No," said 'Tite Poulette, "God made us.

He made us Just as we are; not more white, not more black." "He made you, truly!" said Zalli.

"You are so beautiful; I believe it well." She reached and drew the fair form to a kneeling posture.

"My sweet, white daughter!" Now the tears were in the girl's eyes.

"And could I be whiter than I am ?" she asked.
"Oh, no, no! 'Tite Poulette," cried the other; "but if we were only _real white!_--both of us; so that some gentleman might come to see me and say 'Madame John, I want your pretty little chick.