folks went down from the big house to watch the
proceedings. And again Mammy June was there.

There had been a great feast for the hands, but although one grinning
negro boy confessed to Russ that he was "full o' tuck," he still could
dance. This boy was applauded vigorously by his mates, and one of them
called out:

"'Lias! show dese w'ite folks how _to_ cut dat pigeon wing. Go on, boy!"

"Lawsy me!" exclaimed Mammy June, "don't none of you know how to do dat
like my Sneezer. If he was here he'd show 'em. Just you dance plain,
honey. Double shuffle's as much as you can do."

So her grandson, 'Lias, did not try any fancy steps. Privately, however,
and much to Rose's amusement, Russ Bunker often tried to copy Sam's
pigeon-wing step.

"If we ever go to Aunt Jo's again--and of course we shall--I am going to
get Sam to show me how to do it. I'll get it perfect some time," sighed
the oldest Bunker boy.

Vi, looking on at one of her brother's attempts, asked:

"Doesn't it hurt the pigeon to cut its wing?"

But that was a silly question, and they all laughed at her. Laddie grew
suddenly excited.

"Oh! I know a new riddle!" he cried. "It's a good riddle!"

"What is it?" asked his twin sister.

"It isn't a good riddle just because you made it up, Laddie," said Rose.

"It would be a good one no matter who made it up," answered Laddie
decidedly. "You let me tell it. I know it's good."

"What is it, Laddie?" Russ Bunker asked.

"Here is the riddle," said Laddie eagerly. "What sort of wing has no
feathers on it? And the answer is, of course, 'A pigeon wing.' There!
Isn't that a fine riddle?"

"Pooh!" said Vi. "I don't think so."

"Some pigeons' wings have feathers," said Rose.

"Hoh!" cried Laddie, somewhat disturbed. "That one Russ was trying to
make doesn't have any feathers on it."

"That's only one kind, and it isn't really a pigeon's wing, you know."

Laddie stared at his sister, Rose, with much doubt. "You're always
disappointing me, Rose," he murmured.

"But Rose is right, Laddie," said Russ. "And there are other wings that
have no feathers."

"What wings?" grumbled Laddie.

"I know!" cried Vi suddenly. "Airplane wings! They haven't any
feathers."

"But they are no more like real wings," complained Rose, "than Russ's
dancing step."

"No," said the oldest Bunker boy. "I mean bat's wings. Don't you
remember that bat we caught that time? Its wings didn't have feathers
at all. It was covered with