"Fo' the land's sake, Mistah Anton, what fo' yo' puttin' up that pole on the grass?"
"So that I can find the sun, Dan'l," the crippled lad answered cheerily, as he held upright the pole, while Ross began to fill in the deep hole that the two boys had spent the morning in making.
"Yo' don't need no pole to find the sun," the old darky answered; "why, yonder's the sun, right up over yo' head."
"Is it right over my head, Dan'l?" the boy asked.
The negro, an old family servant, put his hand above his eyes and squinted at the sky.
"Not right over," he corrected himself, "but mighty near it."
"How near?"
Dan'l looked at the boy with a puzzled air.
"Ah don't jest know how near," he answered.
"That's the idea, exactly," Anton rejoined, "I want to know how near."