At a snail-like pace, the colored man carried his load to the shade of the first tree and began building a table. Tad came with more stones and Emma told him,
"That will be plenty, Tad."
"Can I help you, Ma?"
"There doesn't seem to be anything to do right now."
"Can I go up by Pa? He might need help."
"Yes, but be careful."
"I will," and Tad raced off with Mike leaping at his heels.
Emma glanced at her younger children, who were still occupied with their captive frog. Somewhere they had found a discarded jar, put wet grass in it, and were keeping their pet there.
Little Emma said, "Now we must give him some bread."
"They don't eat bread!" Joe said scornfully. "Frogs eat worms and bugs."