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Toby
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Aunt Malvina was sitting at the window watching for a horse-car which she wanted to take. Uncle Jack was near the register in a comfortable easy chair, his feet on an embroidered foot-rest, and Letitia, just as close to him as she could get her little rocking-chair, was sewing her square of patchwork “over and over.” Letitia had to sew a square of patchwork “over and over” every day.

Aunt Malvina, who was not uncle Jack’s wife, as one might suspect, but his elder sister, was a very small, frisky little lady, with a thin, rosy face, and a little bobbing bunch of gray curls on each side of it. She talked very fast, and she talked all the time, so she accomplished a vast deal of talking in the course of a day, and the people she happened to be with did a vast deal of listening.

She was talking now, and uncle Jack was listening, with his head leaning comfortably against a pretty tidy all over daisies in Kensington work, and so was Letitia, taking cautious little stitches in her patchwork.

“Mrs. Welcome,” aunt Malvina had just remarked, “has got a little colored boy as black as Toby to wait on table.”

Letitia opened her sober, light gray eyes very wide, and stared reflectively at aunt Malvina.

“It was dark as Pokonoket when we came out of church last night,” said aunt Malvina after a time, in the course of conversation.

Letitia stared reflectively at her again.

“There’s my car coming around the corner!” cried aunt Malvina, and ran friskily out of the room. Just outside the door she turned and thrust her face, with the little gray curls dancing around it, in again for a last word. “O, Jack!” cried she, “I hear that Edward Simonds’ eldest son is as crazy as a loon!”

“Is?”

“Yes; isn’t it dreadful? Good-by!” Aunt Malvina frisked airily downstairs, and out on the street, barely in time to secure her car.

When Letitia heard the front door close after her, she quilted her needle carefully into her square, then she folded the patchwork up neatly, rose, and laid it together with her thimble, scissors, and cotton, in her little rocking-chair. Then she went and stood still before uncle Jack, with her arms folded. It was a way she had when she wanted information. People rather smiled to see Letitia sometimes, but uncle Jack had always encouraged her in it; he said it was quaint. Letitia’s face was very sober, and very innocent, and very round, and her hair was very long and light, and hung in two smooth braids, with a neat blue bow on the end of each, down her back.

Uncle Jack gazed inquiringly at her through his half-closed eyes. “What is it, Letitia?”

“Aunt Malvina said ‘as black as Toby,'” said Letitia with a look half of inquiry, half of anxious abstraction. What Letitia could find out herself she never asked other people.

“Yes; I know she did,” replied uncle Jack.

“Then she said, ‘Dark as Pokonoket.'”

“Yes; she said that too.”

“And then she said, ‘Crazy as a loon.'”

“Yes; she did.”

“Uncle Jack, what is Toby, and what is Pokonoket, and what is a loon?”

“Toby,” said uncle Jack slowly and impressively, “lives in Pokonoket, and keeps a loon.”

“Oh!” said Letitia, in a tone which implied that she was both relieved and amazed at her own stupidity.

“Yes; perhaps you would like to hear something more particular about Toby–how he got married, for instance?”

“I should, very much indeed,” replied Letitia gravely and promptly.

“Well, you had better sit down; it will take a few minutes to tell it.”

Letitia carefully took her patchwork, her thimble, her spool of cotton, and her scissors out of her little rocking-chair and laid them on the table; then she sat down, and crossed her hands in her lap.

“Now, if you are ready,” said uncle Jack, laughing a little to himself as he looked down at her. Then he related as follows: “Toby is a little black fellow, not much taller than you are, and he lives in Pokonoket, and keeps a loon. Toby’s hair is very short and kinky, and his mouth is wide, and always curves up a little at the corners, as if he were laughing; his eyes are astonishingly bright; but all the people’s eyes are bright in Pokonoket.