Mrs. Crane’s, with his berries, and Aunt Judy’s cranberry pie. He had
often wondered during his ride whether Fanny would not give him a piece of
the pie. As often as this thought entered his brain, he would turn down
the white napkin, and take a peep at the tempting pastry; then he would
touch it with his fingers and finally take it up and smell of it just a
little!

While he was making his way into Mrs. Crane’s kitchen, Julia and Fanny
were in their room, the windows of which were open and looked out upon a
balcony, which extended entirely around the house. There was no school
that day, and Fanny was just wishing she could hear from home when a
servant entered the room and said there was a boy in the kitchen, who
wished to see Miss Fanny.

"A boy want to see me," said Fanny; "who can it be?"

"Reckon he’s from yer home ’case he says how he belongs to Marster
Middleton," said the negro girl.

"Oh, joy!" exclaimed Fanny, "somebody from home; how glad I am. Come,
Julia, won’t you go down, too?"

"No, indeed," said Julia, scornfully, "I am not so anxious to see a greasy
nigger. I hope you will not take it into your head to ask him up here."

But Fanny did not answer, for she was already half-way down the stairs.
Going to the kitchen she found Ike and seemed as delighted to see him as
though his skin had been snowy white. Ike delivered all his messages and
then presented Aunt Judy’s pie.