One day, when Keith had sneaked into the kitchen uninvited, he noticed something unusual going on in the fire-place. All the paraphernalia had been cleared away. The lid was open, and from the chimney issued strange noises. Then soot began to fall in masses, and finally appeared a pair of human feet, quite bare and all black.
It was very funny and very disconcerting. Keith watched with bulging eyes and trembling heart, until at last a whole big man came out of the chimney. As he crouched for a moment on the fire-place before getting down on the floor, he turned on Keith a pair of eyes that seemed to be all white and big as moons.
At that moment fear got the better of curiosity, and Keith made haste to bury his face in Granny's lap.
"Yes, Keith had better look out," grinned the servant girl, "for the chimney sweep takes all bad little boys."
"I'll take you, if you talk like that," the black figure in the fire-place shot back at her.
The tone of his voice made Keith steal another glance at him. The white eyes shone right at him in a rather friendly fashion, and further down a huge red slit in the black face framed two rows of teeth no less white than the eyes. Keith guessed that the dark visitor from the chimney was smiling at him in a fashion that seemed to bode no harm.
In another minute the man was gone, and Keith hurried back to the living-room to ask a question of his mother:
"Could he really take me?"
"Not unless we gave him leave," she replied. "But sometimes, when little boys are very, very bad, their parents turn them over to the sweep as apprentices, because they are not good for anything else."
Keith thought long and hard.