aught by the Fairies, and knows all things
that are seemly and proper, even as the upper people do.

"Yes, and I will talk with her," Sally went on, the pleasant
imagination rapidly growing in her quick mind. "I will ask her what to
do and how to act, and listen I will to all she can teach."

The idea pleased her so much that she was in a mood to enjoy anything,
and she was feeling light-hearted and full of smiles, as a little
toddling pickaninny, or small black child, ran up to Mammy Leezer,
crying out:

"Trip! Trip! go trip, go trip!"

"Lordy sakes!" exclaimed Mammy, "if here isn't lil' Jule asting me fo'
to dance her. I ain't got de strength to dance yo' to-night, lil' honey,
de rheumatiz have ketched a holt of my back too bad, and got all de grit
outen me."

"Trip! trip!" cried the cute little Jule, running up to Sam Spruce, who
was on a rough chair made from tree branches.

"I cain't sing the jingle," said Sam.

"No matter," said Mammy, with a wide grin, "you dance de lil' cricket,
an' I'll do de singin'."

At that Sam crossed his knees, put little Jule on one foot, and bending
over, kept hold of the child's hands while Mammy crooned in a loud
singsong, chiefly to one note:

"Trip-a-trop-a-tronjes,
De-vorken-in-de-boonjes,
De-koejes-in-de-klaver,
De-Paarden-in-de-haver,
De-eenjes-in-de-waterplass,
So-pop! my-lil'-pick'ninny goes!"

As Mammy began the slow singsong, Sam began gently swinging the foot up
and down on which sat the tiny, laughing Jule, and as the jingle went
on, the foot swung faster and faster, until, as Mammy brought out the
words, "So pop! my lil' pick'ninny goes!" Sam tossed the shrieking child
into his lap, where she could only gasp with laughter, until able to
catch her breath.

Then it was one crying tease for "Anudder trip! Anudder trip!" until six
times had baby Jule been teetered on Sam's strong foot, and tossed into
Sam's strong arms, Mammy meantime beating the measure with both feet as
she trolled the song with its rapturous "pop!" for little Jule.

The sixth trip was ended as Corniel came leisurely over the grass.

"Mammy," he said, "Mars' Gran'son send word dat de capting and some
udders will have supper to-morr' night on de green over by de
summer-house. And he want you to make some porkapine marmalade, some
melon puff, some peach tart, and some sorghum foam to eat on pandowdy
with de salads."

Mammy immediately straightened up, put on a face