“Well, I’ll try your plan,” said Mrs. Stevens; “I will put matters in train to-morrow morning.”

Early the next morning, Mrs. Stevens might have been seen directing her steps to the house of Mrs. Kinney, with whom she was very intimate.  She reached it just as that lady was departing to preside at a meeting of a female missionary society for evangelizing the Patagonians.

“I suppose you have come to accompany me to the meeting,” said she to Mrs. Stevens, as soon as they had exchanged the usual courtesies.

“Oh, dear, no; I wish I was,” she replied.  “I’ve got a troublesome little matter on my hands; and last night my husband suggested my coming to ask your advice respecting it.  George has such a high opinion of your judgment, that he would insist on my troubling you.”

Mrs. Kinney smiled, and looked gratified at this tribute to her importance.

“And moreover,” continued Mrs. Stevens, “it’s a matter in which your interest, as well as our own, is concerned.”

Mrs. Kinney now began to look quite interested, and, untying the strings of her bonnet, exclaimed, “Dear me, what can it be?”

“Knowing,” said Mrs. Stevens, “that you entertain just the same sentiments that we do relative to associating with coloured people, I thought I would call and ask if you were aware that Miss Jordan receives coloured as well as white children in her school.”

“Why, no!  My dear Mrs. Stevens, you astound me.  I hadn’t the remotest idea of such a thing.  It is very strange my children never mentioned it.”

“Oh, children are so taken up with their play, they forget such things,” rejoined Mrs. Stevens.  “Now,” continued she, “husband said he was quite confident you would not permit your children to continue their attendance after this knowledge came to your ears.  We both thought it would be a pity to break up the poor girl’s school by withdrawing our children without first ascertaining if she would expel the little darkies.  I knew, if I could persuade you to let me use your name as well as ours, and say that you will not permit your children to continue at her school unless she consents to our wishes, she, knowing the influence you possess, would, I am sure, accede to our demands immediately.”

“Oh, you are perfectly at liberty to use my name, Mrs. Stevens, and say all that you think necessary to effect your object.  But do excuse me for hurrying off,” she continued, looking at her watch:  “I was to have been at the meeting at ten o’clock, and it is now half-past.  I hope you won’t fail to call, and let me know how you succeed;” and, with her heart overflowing with tender care for the poor Patagonian, Mrs. Kinney hastily departed.

“That’s settled,” soliloquized Mrs. Stevens, with an air of intense satisfaction, as she descended the steps—­“her four children would make a serious gap in the little school; and now, then,” continued she, “for the Roths.”