They continued to hold one another silently. At last Molly Parker spoke mischievously. “Perhaps there won’t be niggers always!”
Mrs. Wilbur laughed. “You will be anxious to leave me, to go back to America soon?”
“Yes, but no, not leave you—”
“Yes,” Mrs. Wilbur repeated with a sad smile. “Perhaps I shall go with you, after all. They have my blood, the self-same inheritance with me. In them and with them must I make my life, if it is to be anything.”
Molly kissed her again tearfully.
“There are some whom I have made to suffer,” Mrs. Wilbur mused, “and especially my mother. I must learn how to live.”
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