the interest was selfish, for Zora was going to be a perfect maid. The girl‚Äôs language came to be more and more like Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool‚Äôs; her dress and taste in adornment had been Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool‚Äôs first care, and it led to a curious training in art and sense of beauty until the lady now and then found herself learner before the quick suggestiveness of Zora‚Äôs mind.
When Mrs. ¬ÝHarry Cresswell called a month or so later the talk naturally included mention of Zora. Mary was happy and vivacious, and noted the girl‚Äôs rapid development.
‚ÄúI wonder what I shall make out of her?‚Äù queried Mrs. ¬ÝVanderpool. ‚ÄúDo you know, I believe I could mould her into a lady if she were not black.‚Äù
Mary Cresswell laughed. “With that hair?”
“It has artistic possibilities. You should have seen my hairdresser’s face when I told her to do it up. Her face and Zora’s were a pantomime for the gods. Yet it was done.