“We can’t allow this,” said the fun-loving Rover to his younger brother.  “The next thing you know Aleck will be getting married and leaving us.”

“What do you think of doing?” asked Sam.

“Come on, and I’ll show you.”

Now, Aleck was rather a good looking and well formed darkey and he was proud of his shape.  He had a fine black coat, with trousers to match, and a gorgeous colored vest.  This suit Tom was certain he would wear when calling on the widow.

When in Ithaca on his way home the fun-loving Rover had purchased an imitation rabbit, made of thin rubber.  This rabbit had a small rubber hose attached, and by blowing into the hose the rabbit could be blown up to life size or larger.

Leading the way to Aleck’s room, Tom got out the colored man’s coat and placed the rubber rabbit in the middle of the back, between the cloth and the lining.  It was put in flat and the hose was allowed to dangle down under the lining to within an inch of the split of the coat tails, and at this point Tom put a hole in the lining, so he could get at the end of the hose with ease.

It was not long before Aleck came in to dress.  It was late and he was in a hurry, for he knew he had a rival, a man named Jim Johnson, and he did not want Johnson to get to the widow’s home ahead of him.  He washed up and donned his clothing with rapidity, and never noticed that anything was wrong with the coat.

“Now, Sam, you fix his necktie for him,” whispered Tom, who, with his younger brother, was lying in wait outside the house.  “Tell him it doesn’t set just straight.”

Sam understood, and as soon as Aleck appeared he sauntered up side by side with Tom.

“Hullo, Aleck, going to see your best girl?” he said pleasantly.

“I’se gwine to make a little call, dat’s all.”

“He’s after the widow Taylor,” put in Tom.  “He knows she’s got ten thousand or so in the bank.”

“Massa Tom, you dun quit yo’ foolin’,” expostulated Aleck.

“If you are going to make a society call you want your necktie on straight,” said Sam.  “It’s a fine tie, but it’s no good the way you have it tied.  Here, let me fix it,” and he pulled the tie loose.

“I did hab a lot ob trubble wid dat tie,” agreed the colored man.

“It’s too far around,” went on Sam, and gave the tie a jerk, first one way and another.  Then he began to tie it, shoving Aleck again as he did so.

In the meantime Tom had gotten behind the colored man and was blowing up the rubber rabbit.  As the rubber expanded Aleck’s coat went up with it, until it looked as if the man was humpbacked.  Then Tom fastened the hose, so the wind could not get out of it.  Next the youth brought out a bit of chalk and in big letters wrote on the black coat as follows: 

I have got to hump to catch the widow.

“Now your tie is something like,” declared Sam, after a wink from Tom.  “It outshines everything I ever saw.”