"Why, the Lord, of course."
"And who made you?"
"He made me, too."
"Are you sure that you did not make yourself?"
"Why, of course not," said Annette with an accent of wonder in her voice.
"Does God ever make any mistakes?"
"Why, no!"
"Then if any one calls you black, why should you get angry? You say it would not make Miss Joseph angry to say she looked white, or red and rosy."
"I don't know; I know I don't like it and it makes me mad."
"Now, let me explain the reason why it makes you angry to be called black. Suppose I were to burn my hand in that stove, what would I have on my hand?"