"No. All people are alike at heart. Clean thinking makes even the
black man white within, dear."

Beth had not seen another colored person from that time until this.
Therefore, she was a little doubtful about making up with the porter.
But he proved so very genial that before night arrived, he and "little
missy," as he called Beth, were so very friendly that he considered her
his special charge.

That night both children slept as peacefully as if they had been in
their own home.

In the morning, Beth was wakened by Marian pulling up the shade. A
stream of sunshine flooded their berth, blinding Beth for a second or
two. Snow and clouds had been left far behind.

"It's almost like summer," cried Beth, hastening to dress.

After breakfast, the porter, whose name Beth learned was "Bob," took
her out on the back platform while the engine was taking on water. To
the left of the train were five colored children clustered around a
stump.

"Bob, how many children have you?" asked Beth, and her eyes opened wide
in astonishment.

"Law, honey," and Bob's grin widened, "I ain't got any chillun. I'se a
bachelor."

Beth stamped her foot. She could not bear deceit. "Bob, it's very