“’Her teacher having heard that she was connected by blood with one of the first families of Virginia, told the Commissioner that she had chosen an Assistant, a young lady of high qualifications, and as she understood, a descendant of Patrick Henry.

“‘Ah, indeed,’ said the Commissioner, ’I didn’t know that we had one of that family among us.  By all means employ her;’ but as she was about to leave, she said:  ‘I forgot to tell you one thing, she is colored.’

“A sudden change came over him, and he said:  ’Do you think I would have you walk down the street with a colored woman?  Of course not.  I’ll never give my consent to that.’  And there the matter ended.  And then she made us feel so indignant when she told us that on her way to Washington to get her son’s pension, she stopped in Philadelphia, and the conductor tried to make her leave the car, and because she would not, he ran the car off the track.”

“Oh, father,” said she, turning to Thomas, “how wicked and cruel this prejudice.  Oh, how I should hate to be colored!”

Anna and Thomas exchanged mournful glances.  Their hearts were too full; and as Minnie left the room, Thomas said, “Not now, Anna.  Not just yet.”  And so Minnie[6] was permitted to return again to school with the secret untold.

* * * * *

“Minnie, darling, what are you doing? moping as usual over your books?  Come, it is Saturday morning, and you have worked hard enough for one week; got all good marks; so now just put up that Virgil, and come go out with me.”

“Where do you wish to go?” said Minnie, to her light-hearted friend, Carrie Wise.

“I want to go out shopping.  Pa has just sent me twenty dollars, and you know a girl and her money are soon parted.”

“What do you wish to get?”

“Well, I want a pair of gloves, some worsted to match this fringe, and a lot of things.  Come, won’t you go?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I didn’t intend going out this morning.”

“Well, never mind if you didn’t, just say you will go.  Where’s your hat and mantle?” said Carrie, going to her wardrobe.

“Well, just wait till I fix my hair; it won’t take long.”

“Oh, Minnie, do let me fix it for you!  If ever I have to work for my living, I shall be a hair-dresser.  I believe it is the only thing that I have any talent for.”

“What an idea!  But do, Minnie, won’t you, let me arrange your hair?  You always wear it so plain, and I do believe it would curl beautifully.  May I, Minnie?”

“Why yes.”

So Carrie sat down, and in a short time, she had beautifully arranged Minnie’s hair with a profusion of curls.

“Do you know what I was thinking?” said Carrie, gazing admiringly upon her friend.  “You look so much like a picture I have seen of yours in your father’s album.  He was showing me a number of pictures which represent you at different ages, and the one I refer to, he said was our Minnie when she was five years old.  Now let me put on your hat.  And let me kiss you for you look so pretty?”