A Little Florida Lady eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 179 pages of information about A Little Florida Lady.

A Little Florida Lady eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 179 pages of information about A Little Florida Lady.

Beth liked all dogs, with or without pedigree, and said warmly: 

“I wouldn’t whip him either, but it’s too bad he won’t dance.  I’d really like to see him.”

Again the boy said coaxingly, “Fritz, do dance,” but the dog was not to be coaxed.

The boy frowned.  “Yo’ll think he can’t dance, but ’deed he can.  Maybe, if I dance, he’ll dance too.”

At the word, the ragged pickaninny began whistling, and then he capered around and around performing some wonderful steps.  Whereupon Fritz began to bark and caught at his master’s heels.

“Stop, Fritz, stop,” but the dog would not heed, and so the dancing came to a sudden stand-still.

The pickaninny cocked his head on one side and whispered to Beth: 

“He’s out of sorts with me.  I’m disgraced in his sight.  He can dance so much bettah ’n me.”

“Can he really?”

“Oh, a hundred times bettah.”

“He must be a wonderful dog”—­Beth was about to add, “Although he doesn’t look it,” and then desisted out of consideration for the dog’s master.

“He’s mighty smart.  Why, ’less yo’d see all the tricks he does, yo’d never believe dem.  Besides dancin’, he jumps the rope, plays ball, says his prayers, gives his paw, jumps that high yo’ wouldn’t b’lieve it possible, rolls over——­”

“What kind of dog is he?”

The boy scratched his head.  “Well, missy, I can’t jes’ ’xactly say.”

“If he is so very wonderful, you ought to know.”

The boy was nonplused for a moment.  Then he declared triumphantly; “Angels am very wonderful, ain’t they?  But yo’ can’t say ’xactly what they am.”

Beth had not been much impressed by the dog, but now she began to feel astounded that she had had so little discernment.

“I’d like to own such a dog,” she said.

“I’d give him to yo’, only I couldn’t spare him.  Fritz never goes any place widout me.  But, I’ll tell yo’ what:  I’ll let yo’ play with him when yo’ want to.”

“Do you work for us?”

Again the boy laughed.  “I work for yo’?  No, ’deed; I’se too no ’count to work for the likes of yo’.  I wuz jes’ cuttin’ ’cross fields through yo’r yard.  If Titus found me here, he’d kick me an’ Fritz out.”

“What is your name?”

“Caesar Augustus Jones, but they calls me Gustus.  I wish I could work for yo’.”

Beth pondered a moment.  “If you did, would you keep Fritz here?”

Gustus caught the trend of her thoughts.  His eyes sparkled and his teeth gleamed.

“Me and Fritz ‘d stay all the time—­nights, too, if yo’ wanted.”

“I’ll ask papa.  He’ll take you to please me, I know.  Come on.”

Gustus hung back, and his face sobered.

“Why, what’s the matter?”

“Titus ’ll kick me.”

“I won’t let him.  Come on.”

Thus encouraged, Gustus and Fritz followed her as she ran to the front steps, and on into a large old-fashioned hall.  She stopped, momentarily, to peek into rooms on either side.  There were two apartments on the right.  She afterwards learned that they were parlor and library.  On the left was one spacious room designed either for a sitting-room or a bedroom.

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