"Come, out with it--what has happened ?" "Why, would you have thought it," said she; "Mrs.Garie is a nigger woman--a real nigger--she would be known as such anywhere ?" It was now Mr.Stevens's turn to be surprised.

"Why, Jule," he exclaimed, "you astonish me! Come, now, you're joking--you don't mean a real black nigger ?" "Oh, no, not jet black--but she's dark enough.

She is as dark as that Sarah we employed as cook some time ago." "You don't say so! Wonders will never cease--and he such a gentleman, too!" resumed her husband.
"Yes; and it's completely sickening," continued Mrs.Stevens, "to see them together; he calls her my dear, and is as tender and affectionate to her as if she was a Circassian--and she nothing but a nigger--faugh! it's disgusting." Little Clarence had been standing near, unnoticed by either of them during this conversation, and they were therefore greatly surprised when he exclaimed, with a burst of tears, "My mother is not a nigger any more than you are! How dare you call her such a bad name?
I'll tell my father!" Mr.Stevens gave a low whistle, and looking at his wife, pointed to the door.

Mrs.Stevens laid her hand on the shoulder of Clarence, and led him to the door, saying, as she did so, "Don't come in here any more--I don't wish you to come into my house;" and then closing it, returned to her husband.
"You know, George," said she, "that I went in to pay her a short visit.

I hadn't the remotest idea that she was a coloured woman, and I commenced giving my opinion respecting niggers very freely, when suddenly her husband called for a light, and I then saw to whom I had been talking.