She bowed in return with exquisite reserve and hauteur; and, as it seemed to me, more with her long eyelashes than with anything else.
"Do you know, Black Man," she said--"for, you know, you are black, though you wear red clothes--I am glad you are not afraid of me.

At home every one was afraid of me.

Why, the little children stood with their mouths open and their eyes like this whenever they saw me." And she illustrated the extremely vacant surprise into which her appearance paralyzed the infantry of her native city.
"I am glad my father left me here till he should come back.

Do you know, I like your house.

There are so many interesting things about it.