delighted Sam.

"I'm sure obliged to you child'en for as'in' me into this yere house,"
he said, grinning at Margy and Mun Bun. "Dis is sure just as fine folks
as we have down Souf. Dey done fed de hongry an' clothed de naked. An'
mighty good clo'es, too."

He had on the suit Aunt Jo had found for him and almost new shoes,
while an overcoat and a hat which he was to wear when he went out hung
behind the cellar door. There was a small room off the kitchen in which
Sam was to sleep. To the colored boy's mind he was "right good fixed."

"Let me have dat mouf organ, little boy," said Sam, observing Laddie's
harmonica. "I show yo' sumpin'. Now, cl'ar de way. I's goin' to work de
mouf organ and dance fo' yo'."

The women stopped in their work to watch him, as well as the children.
Sam slid out into the middle of the floor, began to jerk a tune out of
the harmonica, and commenced a slow dance--a sort of double shuffle.

But he soon pivoted and slid much faster, all in time with the sounds he
drew from the harmonica. Annie and Parker applauded his unexpected
steps, and the children began to shriek in delight.

"Now we has it!" exclaimed Sam, removing the instrument from between his
lips, and panting from his exertions. "Now we skates down de floor. Now,
turn again and back-along. I's a-comin', child'en--I's a-comin'. See me
dance Jim Crow! Here I comes and dere I goes! Now, de pigeon-wing----"

He cut a most surprising figure, both hands flapping in the air and his