“'Grandpa, do white people sell colored people like they sell cows?'
“'Yes, my child.'
“'Well, grandpa, is that right?'
“'I think not, my child. Would it be right for me to sell you away from your mother and send you where you would never see her again?'
“'Oh! no, grandpa; you would not be so wicked as that. I would cry myself to death; and mamma—what would she do without me, she loves me so?'
“'Yes, said little Sarah, 'I love sister, too. I would cry, too, if you sent her away where I could not see her. Why, grandpa, people don't do that, do they? Your are only fooling sister.'
“'No, no, child; in the South, where the war is, there are a great many colored people living. They are called slaves. They work for their masters and only get what they eat and wear, and their masters very often sell them and send the men away from their wives and children, and their babies away from their mothers and fathers.'
“'Grandpa, do they ever sell white people?' asked Jennie.
“'No, my child.'
“'Well, why don't they sell white people, too?'