A little rice and honey and the huge top of the biscuit formed my meal.
There was no denying the fact, I was hungry and was enjoying my portion quite well, when Mr. Black took a sudden notion to either become funny, or spoil my appetite, I don't know which. He had been kicking up a great fuss drinking his coffee, when all at once the noise ceased. He had caught a fly in his cup. Holding up the fly by the hind leg high into the air, he smilingly announced:
"I've caught a sucker!"
To my astonishment Mrs. Black took it as a great joke, and began laughing heartily.
Thoroughly disgusted I kept silent.
It was not long before Mr. Black caught another fly.
Holding up the unfortunate fly between his thumb and forefinger, and with true Florida slowness, he drawled:
"Well, darlin', I've caught another sucker."
I'll not dwell upon all the funny things that happened during my short stay with the Blacks.
I slept in the little shed room, and every night went to bed at dark, for there was no way of obtaining anything to read.