didn't wear anything at all
except a loin cloth. When he looked up he saw the black faces and kinky
black hair of his father and his mother. And when he was a little older
he saw that they didn't wear any clothes either except a loin cloth and
a feather skirt and some shells. Neither did this baby think any of this
was queer,--not even when he grew older. He thought all the world looked
and dressed like that.

But long before he was old enough to notice any of these things, he knew
his mother loved her little black baby with kinky black hair. And he
loved to have her take him in her arms and sing to him, saying,

"O tula, mntwana, O tula,
Unyoko akamuko,
Usele ezintabeni,
Uhlu shwa izigwegwe,
Iwa.

O tula, mntwana, O tula,
Unyoko w-zezobuya,
Akupatele into enhle,
Iwa."

For all this happened in Africa and he was a little negro baby.

* * *

Still another little baby,--he was the fourth,--was all red. He just
came that way. His eyes were black and his hair was straight and black.
He was bound up tight and slipped into a basket and carried around on
his mother's back. He didn't think this was queer, even when he grew up.
He thought all little babies were carried that way. And he thought all
fathers and mothers had red skin and black hair and wore leather coats
and trousers trimmed with feathers. For his did.

But long before he was old enough to notice any of these things he knew
his mother loved her little red baby that she carried on her back, and
he loved to have her take him out of his basket bed and rock him in her
arms and sing to him, saying:

"Cheda-e
Nakahu-kalu
Be-be!
Nakahu-kalu
Be-be!
E-Be-be!"

For all this happened in America long, long ago, and he was a little
Indian baby.

* * *

The last little baby, and he makes five, was all white. He just came
so too. His eyes were blue and his hair was gold and he looked like a
little baby you know. And he wore dear little white dresses and little
knitted shoes. When he looked up he saw his father's white skin and his
mother's blue eyes. When the baby was big enough he saw what kind of
clothes his father and his mother wore,--but the story doesn't tell what
they were like. And when the baby was big enough he saw they all lived
in a big dirty noisy city, but the story doesn't tell what kind of