"
"Are you through eating, children?" asked Mrs. Adams, putting her
head in at the door. "Mrs. Hapgood wants you all to sing
something, just to finish up the evening."
It was an unexpected request, and for a moment, the actors
demurred, then held a hasty consultation. A few minutes later,
they appeared in Indian file, John Smith and his sailor leading
the way, and the rest following in their Indian costumes.
Katharine sat down at the piano and played a few solemn, slow
chords, then the others took up the chorus, the words of which
they had adapted for the occasion:
"John Smith had a little Injun,
One little Injun girl."
CHAPTER XVI.
JOB GOES TO A FUNERAL.
"Do you know what a first-rate substitute for roast oysters these
are?" asked Alan, twirling the great metal spider with purplish
back and spiral wire legs that hung from the gas fixture.
"No, nor you either, Alan," said Jessie. "They do, now honestly.
If you heat them up real hot, they smell just like roast oysters.
I knew a family once, that always kept one on hand, and when
provisions ran low, they'd set it to frying, and all sit round and
smell of it. It was 'most as good as eating them," persisted the
boy soberly.
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