"Wait till I tell him Lmet Walter Williams," she said. "'He’ll just about die. Oh, we have a lot of arguments about colored people. I often get angry talking to him. But I must admit Burton is much broader-minded (человек более ши роких взглядов) than lots of these Southerners [элбэпэ]. He’s really awfully fond of colored people. Well, he says himself, he wouldn’t have white servants. He says he hasn’t got a word to say against colored people as long as they keep their place. He’s always doing things for them — giving them clothes and I don’t know what. The only thing he says is, he wouldn’t sit down to table with one for a million dollars. ‘Oh,’ I say to him, ‘you make me sick, talking like that.’ I’m just terrible to him. Aren’t I terrible?"
“Oh, no, no, no,” said her host. “No, no.”
“Now this Walter Williams,” she said. “I think a man like that’s a real artist, I do, and I don’t mind his color. I honest ly think if a person’s an artist, nobody should try to avoid meeting him. We should value such people. That’s just what I say to Burton. Don’t you think I’m right?”
“Yes,” said her host. “Oh, yes.”
“Why, I’d really be glad to have a man like Walter Wil liams come to my house and sing for us, some time,” she said. “Of course, I couldn’t risk it because of Burton. But I wouldn’t have any feeling about it at all. Oh, can’t he sing! Come on, let’s go over and talk to him. Listen, what shall I do when I’m introduced? Shall I shake hands? Or what?”
“Why, do whatever you want to,” said her host.
“I guess maybe I’d better,” she said. “I wouldn’t for the world have him think I had any feeling. I think I’d better shake hands, just the way I would with anybody else.”
They reached the tall young Negro, standing by the book case. The host performed introductions; the Negro bowed. “How do you do?” he said.
The woman held out her hand at arm’s length and held it so for all the world to see, until the Negro took it, shook it, and gave it back to her.
“Oh, how do you do, Mr Williams,” she said. “I’ve just been saying I’ve enjoyed your singing so much. I’ve been to your concerts. Oh, I do enjoy it!”
She spoke very loudly and clearly, like one speaking to a deaf man. *
“I’m so glad,” he said.
“Well, what are you doing now?” she said. “Are you still keeping up your singing? Why don’t you have another concert, some time?”