John Jay's mouth opened still wider as
it flashed a dazzling light into his eyes. He thought it was silver.
"Isn't it fine?" she asked, waltzing around with it on her arm for them
to admire the effect. Then she dropped down on the step above them. "Was
it you who called me, Sally Lou?" she asked.
"Yes," answered the girl, who had finished tying up the cue, and now had
the wig pulled coquettishly over her blonde curls. "Look at the little
darkey over there. I was just telling the girls that he is all that is
needed to complete your cavalier tableau. Call him over here and tell
him that he must come to-night." Just then the boy turned and started on
a trot to the kitchen. "Why, it's John Jay!" exclaimed Hallie. "Old Lucy
has been scolding about those eggs for the last two hours. His
grandmother promised to send them over immediately after breakfast. I'll
go down and see what kept him so long. He is always getting into
trouble."
"Make him come up here," begged Sally Lou, "and get him to talk for us.
I know he'll be lots of fun, for he has such a bright face.
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