"  You  don't  know,  and  you  can't,  the  daily,  hourty^  trials  that
beset  a  housekeeper  from  them,  everywhere  and  every  way.
But  it 's  no  use  to  complain  to  St.  Clare.  He  talks  the  strangest
stuff.  He  says  we  have  made  them  what  they  are,  and  ought
to  bear  with  them.  He  says  their  faults  are  all  owing  to  us,  and
that  it  would  be  cruel  to  make  the  fault  and  punish  it  too.  He
says  we  should  n't  do  any  better,  in  their  place  ;  just  as  if  one
could  reason  from  them  to  us,  you  know."
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194  UNCLE  TOM'S  CABIN;   OB,

"  Don't  you  believe  that  the  Lord  made  them  of  one  blood
with  us  ?  "  said  Miss  Ophelia,  shortly.
"  No,  indeed,  not  I !  A  pretty  story,  truly  !  They  are  a  de«
graded  race."

"  Don't  you  think  they  've  got  immortal  souls  ?  "  said  Miss
Ophelia,  with  increasing  indignation.
"  Oh,  well,"  said  Marie,  yawning,  "  that,  of  course  —  nobody
doubts  that.  But  as  to  putting  them  on  any  sort  of  equality
■with  us,  you  know,  as  if  we  could  be  compared,  why,  it 's  im-
possible !  Now,  St.  Clare  really  has  talked  to  me  as  if  keeping
Mammy  from  her  husband  was  like  keeping  me  from  mine.
