Dallas obligingly nodded, and his long legs speedily took him away from the stable.
“H’m, no tie and no collar,” said Titus at last when Brick was fully dressed.
“Here,” said Charlie, pulling off his, “don’t spare the finishing touches.”
Titus was just fastening the red-silk tie when Dallas entered the room bearing aloft the long glass.
“Set it down there,” said Titus, pointing to the wall. “Now, colored boy, look.”
The transformed boy stepped up to the glass. He gave one glance, then he turned to the three boys behind him, who were also reflected in the mirror.
“Where’s Brick, gen’l’men?”
Titus shook his head solemnly. “Dead!”
The colored boy looked again. “I see foah young sahs in dere, gen’l’men.”
His face was irresistible, and the three boys burst out laughing.