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"Sakes alive," cried Miss S out the"Who is it, and what do you want?"
"Please, ma'am I've come to school," answered a tall black boy with a bundle
"Well, why don't you go to the office?" Then she saw his face and hesitated She felt again the old motherly instinct to be the first to welcome the new pupil; a luxury which, in later years, the endless push of details had denied her
"Wait!" she cried shortly, and began to dress
A new boy, she led in; every day ca thirst to know--to do--to be And yet that wo only courteously When Miss Slove,-"My dear Miss Smith," she said softly, with a tone that just escaped a drawl--"My dear Miss S and your faith--marvellous; but, frankly, I cannotto treat these funny little monkeys just as you would your own children--or even mine It's quite heroic, of course, but it's sheer e it I would not ood cook for the Cresswells, or a clean and faithful maid for myself--for Helene has faults--or indeed deft and tractable laboring-folk for any one; but I' to turn natural servants into masters of me and mine I--hope I'm not too blunt; I hope I make myself clear You know, statistics show--"
"Drat statistics!" Miss Smith had flashed iently "To be sure," she murmured, "but what sort of folks?"
"God's sort"
"Oh, well--"
But Miss Smith had the bit in her teeth and could not have stopped She was paying high for the privilege of talking, but it had to be said
"God's sort, Mrs Vanderpool--not the sort that think of the world as arranged for their exclusive benefit and comfort"
"Well, I do want to count--"
Miss Smith bent forward--not a beautiful pose, but earnest
"I want you to count, and I want to count, too; but I don't want us to be the only ones that count I want to live in a world where every soul counts--white, black, and yellow--all That's what I' these children here--to count, and not to be like dumb, driven cattle If you don't believe in this, of course you cannot help us"
"Your spirit is admirable, Miss Smith," she had said very softly; "I only wish I could feel as you do Good-afternoon," and she had rustled gently down the narrow stairs, leaving an all but iestion of perfume Miss S