"Chile," said Agnes, with a great show of kindness, "you is right. You knows dat you is good-blooded stock. Fine stylish white blood runs in yo' veins. You is right, chile. Look up! Look up! You knows whut de yeast does fur de bread. White dignity does dat fur yo' blood. You knows whut de skerecrow does fur de cornfield. White wisdom does dat fur yo' womanhood. Whut de steam does fur de steam-cyar white go-er-head does fur you. You is right, chile. Look up! Now you mus' be feelin' mighty good. Ain't you? George is er little no-er-count, but Agnes'll wuk fur Tesney, an' George'll wuk fur Tesney, an' won't dat be er good bargain? Honey chile, say dat it will, an' please de heart ob po' ole Agnes." "Aunt Agnes, it cannot be." "Does you mean dat, chile?" "I mean it, Aunt Agnes." "Does you mean eb'ry wud ob it?" "I mean every word of it." "Now, I'se gwine ter make you er speech, you ha'f-white nigger. You thinks bekase yo' face ain't whut you calls raal black, an' bekase yo' haih ain't smack-dab ter yo' haid, an' bekase---- Oh, Tesney, honey chile, don't cry dat way. Aunt Agnes wus jes' er foolin'. I takes it all back. Let me kiss you all ober de face. Dere now. I knows dat you's in good humor. You sees, chile, how Aunt Agnes kin hurt yo' feelin's. You better be George's wife den hab yo' feelin's hurt all de time." "It cannot be, Aunt Agnes. Don't ask me any more." "Now, I'll say de res' ob my speech. It'll not be er speech ob wuds, nuther. It'll be one ob acts. It'll hit you hard. It'll make you 'shamed ob yo-self. It'll dribe yo' friends ter turn dey backs erpon you. It'll put you out ob doors. It'll make you say: 'I'se er fool--er fool.' It'll hit you hard--hard." Agnes stopped to breathe. Mrs. Wakely entered the kitchen. Tesney was looking at the ring. "Tesney," said Agnes, "yo' mother wus er ooman nearly white, an' yo' father wus er nigger man." "My father!" gasped Tesney. "I have always learned that my father was----" "Yo' father wus whut I tells you, chile." "What have you always told me?" "Listen! I tells you de facts. I tells you de facts." "Aunt Agnes!" screamed Tesney. "Tesney," said Mrs. Wakely; "that information seems to trouble you." "Ha! ha! De chile! Ha! ha!" Agnes stopped to hold her sides. "Why, Agnes, what is the matter?" asked Mrs. Wakely. "Ha! ha! De chile thinks de man whut gibed you dat ring fur her is her father." "Do you, Tesney?" asked Mrs. Wakely sharply. Tesney put the ring on her finger and remained silent. "Speak, Tesney! The matter is serious," demanded Mrs. Wakely. "I do," answered Tesney. "Did not Mr. Bankner give you the ring for me?" "He did." "Did you not say that the ring was sent to me by my father?" "Your father sent it to you; but another brought it to me." "Is you sma't 'nough ter see de differunce between de sendin' an' de bringin' ob er thing, chile?" Tesney looked at Mrs. Wakely and nodded. "Have you not deceived yourself?" "I have in part. Aunt Agnes, here----"