“Bein’ so blind, and believin’ jest what wuz told her, Justice had got it into her head that it read:
“‘Male created He them.’
“Justice never so much as hearn the name of wimmen mentioned, so we spoze.
“But she is a liftin’ up her bandage and lookin’ out; and it stands to reason she can weigh as well agin when she can see how the notches stand.
“Jest even, so I figger it out, jest even, men and wimmen, one weighin’ jest as much as the other.
“If there are some ingregiencies in one of ’em that are a little better, that weigh a few ounces more, lo and behold! in the other one’s nater and soul are a few ounces of different goodness that even it up, that weigh enough more to make it even.
“If Justice takes my advice—and I spoze mebby she will, knowin’ I am a female that always wished her well, even in her blind days—if Justice takes my advice she won’t put on her bandages agin, she will look out calm and keen and try to weigh things right by the notch, try to hold her steelyards stiddy.
“And no matter what is put into ’em—men, wimmen, colored folks or white ones—get the right weight to ’em, the hull caboodle of ’em, black or white, rich or poor, bond or free.
“She will get along as well agin, and take more comfort herself.