married so well too , an' with luck, for dey fine light-coloured men; but you know berry well dat you no like to keep me. I soon may grow ole. My eyes berry bad now for de dress making." This was an entirely imaginary affliction, evolved under stress of circumstances at the moment. "When I no able to work longer, you no able to help me; so better I marry David Hall, even if he black man, so dat he keep me 'spectably."
The sisters looked at each other. After all their mother had some sense. They knew well enough that their husbands were by no means disposed to support Orinthia in her old age, and, in fact, much preferred to ignore her black existence altogether.
So little Angelina was grudgingly accepted by her sisters, and their mother was made happy by a tepid forgiveness.
