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was paying high for the privilege of talking, but it had to be said. "God's sort, Mrs. Vanderpool--not the sort that think of the world as arranged for their exclusive benefit and comfort." "Well, I do want to count--" Miss Smith bent forward--not a beautiful pose, but earnest. "I want you to count, and I want to count, too; but I don't want us to be the only ones that count. I want to live in a world where every soul counts--white, black, and yellow--all. _That's_ what I'm teaching these children here--to count, and not to be like dumb, driven cattle. If you don't believe in this, of course you cannot help us." "Your spirit is admirable, Miss Smith," she had said very softly; "I only wish I could feel as you do. Good-afternoon," and she had rustled gently down the narrow stairs, leaving an all but imperceptible suggestion of perfume. Miss Smith could smell it yet as she went down this morning. The breakfast bell jangled. "Five thousand dollars," she kept repeating to herself, greeting the teachers absently--"five thousand dollars." And then on the porch she was suddenly aware of the awaiting boy. She eyed him critically: black, fifteen, country-bred, strong, clear-eyed. "Well?" she asked in that brusque manner wherewith her natural timidity was wont to mask her kindness. "Well, sir?" "I've come to school." "Humph--we can't teach boys for nothing." The boy straightened. "I can pay my way," he returned. "You mean you can pay what we ask?" "Why, yes. Ain't that all?" "No. The rest is gathered from the crumbs of Dives' table." Then he saw the twinkle in her eyes. She laid her hand gently upon his shoulder. "If you don't hurry you'll be late to breakfast," she said with an air of confidence. "See those boys over there? Follow them, and at noon come to the office--wait! What's your name?" "Blessed Alwyn," he answered, and the passing teachers smiled. _Three_ MISS MARY TAYLOR Miss Mary Taylor did not take a college course for the purpose of teaching Negroes. Not that she objected to Negroes as human beings--quite the contrary. In the debate between the senior societies her defence of the Fifteenth Amendment had been not only a notable bit of reasoning, but delivered with real enthusiasm. Nevertheless, when the end of the summer came and the only opening facing her was the teaching of children at Miss Smith's experiment in the Alabama swamps, it must be frankly confessed that
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