With that, over he went, smash!
The other Night Shade people all ran to help him up. “How’s that, young ladies?” said he when they had set him on his tiny legs. “Doesn’t that prove I’m not an egg? Humpty Dumpty, indeed!”
“Oh, you Egg Plant!” cried Potato. “Welcome, cousin. You’re another useful member of the Night Shade family.”
“Perhaps ‘you-all’ don’t like me as well as those other Night Shades, but some folks do.”
“Who’s that?” asked Eleanor.
“It looks like Lucinda Marguerite, my colored paper doll,” replied Mary Frances, laughing.
No wonder she thought so, for the owner of the new voice looked like a little darky, dressed in green, with a long-pointed white cap.
“Some folkses likes me bettah than food,” went on the speaker. “You can just put that in your pipe an’ smoke it!”
“Tobacco!” guessed Mary Frances.