"Yes," agreed Mrs. Brown. "They never before saw cotton or peanuts growing, and they have learned something."
"I want to learn about oranges!" exclaimed Sue.
"And maybe I could grow up to be an alligator hunter," added Bunny.
"I hope not that!" his mother exclaimed, laughing. "And I think it is almost time for you children to go to bed."
But just then there came a knock on the door and the colored servant, having answered it, came back to say that the plantation hands were having a sort of jubilee among themselves and had sent to know if the "white folks" didn't want to see the fun.
"Oh, yes," said Mr. Morton, as he heard this message. "I was telling you that at the end of the cotton-picking season the darkies have a great time among themselves, playing and singing songs. They make hoe cakes and if they can get a 'possum they roast that with sweet potatoes. Let's go down for a little while."
"Can we come?" cried all four children, almost in one voice.
"Yes, let them come!" said Mr. Morton.
It was not really very late, though it was dark. But once Bunny and Sue, with Sam and Grace were outside, they saw, down in the direction of the darkies' cabins, some flickering lights which told of bonfires and torches.
"It looks just like a picture," said Mrs. Brown, as she walked along with her husband.