He stood about as
Miss Hallie told him: he held a horse in one tableau, and posed as a
bronze statue in another. Then he went back to the fountain, and sat
dreamily watching it, while the violins played again,--in the long
parlors this time, where the dancing had begun.
Raleigh Stanford, still in his cavalier costume, and with Miss Sally Lou
on his arm, spied him as they passed by. "Oh, there's that funny little
fellow that was here this morning!" she said. "We tried to make him
talk, but he just kept his head on one side, and was too embarrassed to
say anything."
"Hey, Sambo," called the young man suddenly in his ear. "What do you
know?"
John Jay gave a start, and looked up at the amused faces above him. He
took the question seriously, and thought he must really tell what he
knew; but just at that moment he could remember only one thing in all
the wide world. Every other bit of information seemed to desert him. So
he stammered, "I--I know M--Miss Hallie, she's nineteen this Satiddy,
an' I'll be nine next Satiddy.
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