“I’m so sorry! It’s a little stale to-day. You can have the last slice, if you wish.”
“Thank you, I will.” She brought it. “It’s not so very stale,” I said. “How long since it has been made?”
“Oh, it’s the same you’ve been having. You’re its only patron just now.”
So the wedding was on yet. Still, John might have smashed the owner of the Hermana.
There was something special in the way she looked. “Not to-day. Have you?”
“Never in the forenoon. He has his duties and I have mine.”
She made a little pause, and then, “What do you think of the President?”
“But I’m afraid you would take his view--the Northern view,” she mused.
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 she was about to lead a cavalry charge. Then, admirably, she put it all under, and spoke on with perfect self-control. “Why can’t somebody explain it to him? If I knew him, I would go to him myself, and I would say, Mr. President, we need not discuss our different tastes as to dinner company. Nor need we discuss how much you benefit the colored race by an act which makes every member of it immediately think that he is fit to dine with any king in the world. But you are staying in a house which is partly our house, ours, the South’s, for we, too, pay taxes, you know. And since you also know our deep feeling--you may even call it a prejudice, if it so pleases you--do you not think that, so long as you are residing in that house, you should not gratuitously shock our deep feeling?” She swept a magnificent low curtsy at the air.