A TERRIBLE CHANGE.
After Polly had been at the seashore for a week she ran in to her mother weeping.
"Oh, mamma! mamma!" she cried, holding up her brown little hand. "I'm a-turnin' into a 'ittle darky goyl!"
After Polly had been at the seashore for a week she ran in to her mother weeping.
"Oh, mamma! mamma!" she cried, holding up her brown little hand. "I'm a-turnin' into a 'ittle darky goyl!"