Inq. How many colored persons have you?
Mrs. T. There’s nobody but Dinah, the black girl, Poll Parrot and my daughter Sue.
Inq. Is your daughter a colored girl?
Mrs. T. I guess you’d think so if you was to see her. She’s always out in the sun—and she’s tanned up as black as an Indian.
Inq. How many white males are there in your family under ten years of age?
Mrs. T. Why, there ain’t none now; my husband don’t carry the mail since he’s taken to drink so bad. He used to carry two, but they wasn’t white.
Inq. You mistake, good woman; I meant male folks, not leather mails.
Mrs. T. Let me see; there’s none except little Thomas, and Mr. Jenkins’ two little girls.
Inq. Males, I said, madam, not females.