"Ain't seen none ob dem t'ings yet, Massa Tom."
"How about butterflies' wings on toast?"
"Wha—what's dat?"
"Or milkweed stewed in onion fat?" went on Tom earnestly.
"Gracious sakes alive, sah! I didn't know dat"
"Or firefly fritters, Aleck. Don't you love firefly fritters, especially when they are rolled in lemon skin and cheese?"
"Say, Massa Tom, ain't you a-foolin' dis darkey?"
"Fooling? Why, Aleck, you know I never fool." Tom gave a sigh. "That's the way of the world, when a fellow is trying to do his best."
And he walked off, leaving the faithful Aleck staring after him doubtfully. But soon the colored man began to smile to himself.
"Dat's some moah ob his jokes, dat's what dat is," he murmured. "Dat boy couldn't lib, 'less he was playin' a joke on sumbody!"
The houseboat had now gained a portion of the river where the shore was lined with a beautiful forest, and, as the sun began to set over the treetops, all came out on the deck to enjoy the scene.
"If it wasn't for the troubles we have en-
