It gave me, suddenly, her meaning. "Oh, the President of the United States! How you do change the subject!"
Her eyes were upon me, burning with sectional indignation, but she seemed to be thinking too much to speak. Now, here was a topic that I had avoided, and she had plumped it at me. Very well; she should have my view.
"If you mean that a gentleman cannot invite any respectable member of any race he pleases to dine privately in his house--"
"His house!" She was glowing now with it. I think he is--I think he is-- to have one of them--and even if he likes it, not to remember--cannot speak about him!" she wound up "I should say unbecoming things." She had walked out, during these words, from behind the counter and as she stood there in the middle of the long room you might have thought
