Ramsey faced the group as if to answer just that question. "Now we pass between Cedar Point and Pecan Point and head for the Second Chickasaw Bluffs!"
"Ah bah, les bloff'," murmured madame and repeated to Hugh: "Something say, 'Don' do it'? Mais w'at it say don' do?"
"Don't mix the great races we know apart by their color."
"Umph! An' w'at is thad something w'at tell uz that?"
"Grandfather calls it race conscience."
"Grandfather!" whimpered Ramsey, while madame asked:
"Of w'at race has Phylliz the conscien'? An' you would know Phylliz' race—ad sight—by the color?"
"I'd know it!" put in the Kentuckian. "She's white, to all intents and purposes."
"No," said Hugh, "not quite to all. Not to all as organized society, in its——"
Ramsey, with eyes up the river, sighed: "Mrs. Grundy?"