I don't like my daughter to associate with coloured children." "Coloured children!" repeated the now thoroughly bewildered teacher--"coloured children! My dear madam," continued she, smiling, "some one has been hoaxing you--I have no coloured pupils--I could not be induced to receive one on any account." "I am very glad to hear you say so," rejoined Mrs.Stevens, "for that convinces me that my fears were groundless.

I was under the impression you had imbibed some of those pestilent abolition sentiments coming into vogue.
I see you are not aware of it, but you certainly have two coloured scholars; and there," said she, pointing to Clarence, "is one of them." Clarence, who, with his head bent over his book, was sitting so near as to overhear a part of this conversation, now looked up, and found the cold, malignant, grey eyes of Mrs.Stevens fastened on him.

He looked at her for a moment--then apparently resumed his studies.
The poor boy had, when she entered the room, an instinctive knowledge that her visit boded no good to them.

He was beginning to learn the anomalous situation he was to fill in society.

He had detested Mrs.Stevens ever since the night she had ejected him so rudely from her house, and since then had learned to some extent what was meant by the term _nigger woman_.
"You must certainly be misinformed," responded Miss Jordan.