the word, the ragged pickaninny began whistling, and then he capered
around and around performing some wonderful steps. Whereupon Fritz
began to bark and caught at his master's heels.

"Stop, Fritz, stop," but the dog would not heed, and so the dancing
came to a sudden stand-still.

The pickaninny cocked his head on one side and whispered to Beth:

"He's out of sorts with me. I'm disgraced in his sight. He can dance
so much bettah 'n me."

"Can he really?"

"Oh, a hundred times bettah."

"He must be a wonderful dog"--Beth was about to add, "Although he
doesn't look it," and then desisted out of consideration for the dog's
master.

"He's mighty smart. Why, 'less yo'd see all the tricks he does, yo'd
never believe dem. Besides dancin', he jumps the rope, plays ball,
says his prayers, gives his paw, jumps that high yo' wouldn't b'lieve
it possible, rolls over----"

"What kind of dog is he?"

The boy scratched his head. "Well, missy, I can't jes' 'xactly say."

"If he is so very wonderful, you ought to know."

The boy was nonplused for a moment. Then he declared triumphantly;
"Angels am very wonderful, ain't they? But yo' can't say 'xactly what
they am."

Beth had not been much impressed by the dog, but now she began to feel
astounded that she had had so little discernment.

"I'd like to own such a dog," she said.

"I'd give him to yo', only I couldn't spare him. Fritz never goes any
place widout me. But, I'll tell yo' what: I'll let yo' play with him
when yo' want to."

"Do you work for us?"

Again the boy laughed. "I work for yo'? No, 'deed; I'se too no 'count
to work for the likes of yo'. I wuz jes' cuttin' 'cross fields through
yo'r yard. If Titus found me here, he'd kick me an' Fritz out."

"What is your name?"

"Caesar Augustus Jones, but they calls me Gustus. I wish I could work
for yo'."

Beth pondered a moment. "If you did, would you keep Fritz here?"

Gustus caught the trend of her thoughts. His eyes sparkled and his
teeth gleamed.

"Me and Fritz 'd stay all the time--nights, too, if yo' wanted."

"I'll ask papa. He'll take you to please me, I know. Come on."

Gustus hung back, and his face sobered.

"Why, what's the matter?"

"Titus 'll kick me."

"I won't let him. Come on."

Thus encouraged, Gustus and Fritz followed her as she ran to the front
steps, and on into a large old-fashioned hall. She stopped,
momentarily, to peek into rooms on either side. The