Wayne only nodded, but the expression on his face was answer enough. Mr. Milburn laughed and pushed him good-naturedly on. “All right! Sign up tomorrow morning, and——”
But his remark was never finished, for just then there was an excited barking outside and a little yellow dog burst through the doorway and leaped at the boy. And following Sam appeared the grinning face of June.
“Mas’ Wayne, sir, I hear down to the hotel as you-all’s playin,” panted June, “an’ I jus’ nachally had to come, sir! I reckon I done lose my job, but I ain’ carin’!”
“Never mind your job,” laughed Wayne, as he picked Sam up in his arms. “You’ve got a new job after today, June.”
“Say I is? What I goin’ do, Mas’ Wayne?”
“You’re going to look after me, June; and Sam. We’re going to find those rooms tomorrow and go to keeping house. We—we’re going to live like white folks again!”
“Lawsy-y-y!” cried June.
THE END