"I am the sister of the Hon.——," naming a high Democratic official, "and I shall not leave this school."
"You may remain; your case will be investigated."
"Eugénie ——."
A modest girl, visibly of mixed race, rises, weeping silently.
"Step aside."
"Marcelline V——."
A bold-eyed girl of much African blood stands up and answers:
"I am not colored! We are Spanish, and my brother will call on you and prove it." She is allowed to stay.
At length the roll-call is done. "Now, madam, you will dismiss these pupils that we have set aside, at once. We will go down and wait to see that they come out." The men tramped out of the room, went down-stairs, and rejoined the impatient crowd that was clamoring in the street.
Then followed a wild scene within the old house. Restraint was lost. Terror ruled. The girls who had been ordered into the street sobbed and shrieked and begged: