"No; I don't want her to call me anything of the kind, neither negro nor nigger. She shan't even call me black."
"But, Annette, are you not black?"
"I don't care if I am, she shan't call me so."
"But suppose you were to say to Miss Joseph, 'How white your face is,' do you suppose she would get angry because you said that she looked white?"
"No, of course not."
"But suppose you met her hurrying to school, and you said to her, how red and rosy you look this morning, would that make her angry?"
"I don't suppose that it would."
"But suppose she would say to you, 'Annette, how black your face is this morning,' how would you feel?"
"I should feel like slapping her."
"Why so; do you think because Miss Joseph——"