indignant Mrs. Thomas, on the occasion of their first introduction to their new little sister.
The two sisters had vowed never to put foot in Orinthia's new establishment, but curiosity to see the child, and rumours of the desirability of their mother's new abode, had overpowered their wrath, so they had arrived, although their visit was not altogether a friendly one. Orinthia looked up, apologetically, at her two scornful daughters.
"He berry good to me, daters; he neither drunk, nor beat me, nor bad in any one way—go to church too , an'—save money. Look, see hyar, at de house, he build it all himself. It nice lilly house for true. Look at de roof. An' he hab yams an' potatoes an' goats, an'——"
"Did you ebber hear de like," interrupted Mrs. Thomas." "She boast ob her things, an' hab no proper pride at all. I 'shamed for you, Orinthy, dat our moder should do such a ting, an' make such a marriage. Look at dis pic'ney hyar. Black as my shoe."
Orinthia looked regretfully at poor Angelina. She could not deny her blackness, but she once more tried feebly to defend herself.
"You both married now, daters—
