[Scene changes, as Jim is kneeling and Araminta is closing the window to a plain room.
[Enter Pompey, L. H., cautiously.
Pom. Nobody here—dat’s good. Ha—ha! golly, I got into dis ball pooty cheap. I come up to de door, and I didn’t see nobody dar; so I toted myself right in. Dar’s nobody come yet, so I’ll just sing a little.
[Sings. Air.—“Brave Old Black Oak.”
A grin fur de oak, de ole black oak,
Who’s trunk I’se sawed so long;
Here’s a laugh all round, for his skin so brown,
An’ his forty-five legs so strong,
He shakes all round