"No, Samuel; you evidently did not think; they are for nothing of the kind," returned Miss North shortly.
Trusty's hand was waving with unmistakable interest. Miss North was painfully aware that he must be encouraged.
"Well, Trusty," she ventured, "what are your legs for?"
"Ter hole yer feet on!" shouted Trusty, in a perfect spasm of joyous interest.
Miss North essayed to collect her thoughts.
"Well, hardly, hardly for—that alone, are they, Trusty? Tell me what else they are for."
But Trusty failed to find any other use to which he could put the legs, and Miss North again took the floor; whereupon Trusty's interest immediately subsided.
Later on, she attempted, somewhat cautiously, to draw him out once more; but the day went on, and not once again did Trusty deign to come to the front.
The next morning Miss Doane was at school early. She had been working for some moments at her desk in the Assembly Room, when she became aware that again an unusual sort of demonstration was taking place in the outside hall. To the hall Miss Doane went; and there, once more, she was met by the large colored man and the small colored boy.