The colored man led Ted and Janet up toward the rear of the large house. He took them in at a side entrance, where a big sun parlor was filled with lovely wicker furniture—books on the tables, and near the easy chairs were more tables with vases of flowers. Through the sun parlor Peter led the two into a small dining room.
“Sit right down yeah, chilluns,” he directed, “an yo’ all kin be fed right soon.”
Somewhat in a daze at the rapidity with which it had all happened, the Curlytops sat down. Peter went from the room and presently came back with a kind-looking colored woman, who smiled at the boy and girl.
“Dere dey am, Sarah!” announced Peter, also smiling. “Dey is de shipwrecked chilluns whut is to be fed and drinked, Mr. Narr done say.”
“Shipwrecked! Whut yo’ mean?” demanded the colored woman.
“Our boat just drifted away; that’s all,” explained Ted. “We sort of pretended it was a shipwreck.”
“Well, yo’ all is hungry, isn’t yo’?” demanded Peter.
“Yes,” admitted Janet.
“An’ yo’ all is thirsty, isn’t yo’?”
“I should say so!” exclaimed Teddy.