don’t believe it; there are scores, thousands, perhaps millions such, I admit; but the average American loves justice and right, and he is the one to whom I appeal with frankness and truth. Great heavens! don’t you love to be frank and open?”
She narrowed her eyelids.
“Yes, sometimes I do; once I was; but it’s a luxury few of us Negroes can afford. Then, too, I insist that it’s jolly to fool them.”
“Don’t you hate the deception?”
She chuckled and put her head to one side.
“At first I did; but, do you know, now I believe I prefer it.”
He looked so horrified that she burst out laughing. He laughed too. She was a