"She would look funny going to school," he said.
"What's dat you sayin' 'bout Juba, Massa Ernest?" asked the old woman, entering the room.
"I told Frank you might go to school with him."
"Maybe I'd go and take care of him, honey."
"But you wouldn't want to study."
"I wouldn't study nohow. I's a poor, ignorant nigger. Never shall know nuffin', I expect."
"Don't you think you could learn to read, Juba?"
"No, I couldn't. It takes white folks to read."
"No, Juba; when I went to school there was a colored boy in my class, and he was one of the smartest scholars we had."
"And was he a nigger?" asked Juba, interested.