Remonstrance was all in vain,--we were
determined to sit among the happy favourites. At this time but few
persons were present. By-and-by the children of the Sunday-school were
marched into the neighbouring pews on the other side of the aisle, and
one of the lady teachers made eager signs for us to come away from our
strange position. I nodded an intimation that we were all right, and
perfectly comfortable. After the lapse of a few moments, another polite
and compassionate lady actually rose and came to the pew-door to
remonstrate with us.
In a serious yet coaxing tone, she said, "Won't you take a seat here on
this side of the aisle?"
"No, thank you, madam," I replied; "we are quite comfortable."
"But," she continued, in a voice of deep commiseration, "this is the
place allotted to the coloured people."
"Thank you," I rejoined; "we have made no mistake."
"Well, just as you please, sir!" (as though she had said _De gustibus
non disputandum_) and with that she retreated.
The eyes of all in the synagogue were upon us. The little people
whispered, and the big people stared, and all the people marvelled.
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