"That's right," agreed his pal. "You know, sometimes I forget who we are."
"Well, I don't. I know I'm a darky and I'm always on the alert."
"What do you intend to do?"
"I don't know, Big Boy, I don't know. I would ordinarily send her to one of those Lying-in Hospitals but she'd be suspicious. Yet, if the kid is born it'll sure be black."
"It won't be white," Bunny agreed. "Why not tell her the whole thing and since she's so crazy about you, I don't think she'd hesitate to go."
"Man, you must be losing your mind, or else you've lost it!" Matthew exploded. "She's a worse nigger-hater than her father. She'd holler for a divorce before you could say Jack Robinson."
"You've got too much money for that."
"You're assuming that she has plenty of intelligence."
"Hasn't she?"
"Let's not discuss a painful subject," pleaded Matthew. "Suggest a remedy."