"Come up here!" cried Mun Bun, beckoning to the strange boy. "Come up
here!"

The boy in the snow seemed scarcely to understand. Or else he was so
cold and exhausted that he could not immediately get up from the step on
which he was sitting.




CHAPTER III

UNCLE SAM'S NEPHEW


The fluffy, sticky snowflakes gathered very fast upon the colored boy's
clothing. As Mun Bun had first announced, he looked like a snowman, only
his face was grayish-black.

He was slim, and when he finally stood up at the bottom of the house
steps, he seemed to waver just like a slim reed in the fierce wind that
drove the snowflakes against him. He hesitated, too. It seemed that he
scarcely knew whether it was best to mount the steps to Aunt Jo's front
door or not.

"Come up here!" cried Mun Bun again, and continued to beckon to him
through the glass of the outer door.

Margy held up her coat and cap, and beckoned to the boy also. He looked