The child appears to have good manners, he is neat and good-looking, and because God has curled his hair more than he has ours, and made his skin a little darker than yours or mine, that is no reason we should treat him as if he was not a human being." Alfred, the gardener, had set down his saucer and appeared very much astonished at this declaration of sentiment on the part of Eliza, and sneeringly remarked, "You're an Abolitionist, I suppose." "No, I am not," replied she, reddening; "but I've been taught that God made all alike; one no better than the other.

You know the Bible says God is no respecter of persons." "Well, if it does," rejoined Alfred, with a stolid-look, "it don't say that man isn't to be either, does it?
When I see anything in my Bible that tells me I'm to eat and drink with niggers, I'll do it, and not before.

I suppose you think that all the slaves ought to be free, and all the rest of the darned stuff these Abolitionists are preaching.

Now if you want to eat with the nigger, you can; nobody wants to hinder you.

Perhaps he may marry you when he grows up--don't you think you had better set your cap at him ?" Eliza made no reply to this low taunt, but ate her breakfast in silence.
"I don't see what Mrs.Bird brought him here for; she says he is sick,--had a broken arm or something; I can't imagine what use she intends to make of him," remarked Betsey.
"I don't think she intends him to be a servant here, at any rate," said Eliza; "or why should she have him put in the maple chamber, when there are empty rooms enough in the garret ?" "Well, I guess I know what she brought him for," interposed Alfred.