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All the while the little fellow was getting off this queer speech, he was swinging and tumbling along up the great limb that reached out toward the window at which Sukey sat. By the time he had finished it, he was standing on the window-sill, where he had alighted after a giddy somersault. He laughed heartily–so heartily that Sukey laughed, too, though she could not tell why. Then he took off his cap, and said,

“A pickaninny, at your service, Sukey Gray! Will you take a walk with me to-day? Now jump, while you may!” and he took hold of her two hands and jumped, and she jumped after him, feeling as light as a feather.

They alighted on the branch of the oak-tree. He immediately began to pull lichens off the bark, and show Sukey how curious they were. He showed her how curiously one kind of lichen grew upon another, omitting its own stalk and leaves, and making use of those of the other. Then he laughed at her, because he had found curious things within ten feet of her window.

Next he took her to her own rosebush, and showed her how the limbs were swelled in some places. Then breaking off the twig, he placed it against a tree, and began to pound it with his fist. But his little arm was not strong, and he had to strike it several times before he could break it open. When it did fly open, Sukey started back at seeing it full of plant-lice, or aphides.

“Now,” said the pickaninny, “in this little house what curious things! These little aphides have no wings. But their great-great-grandfathers, and their great-great-grandmothers had. Their mothers and grandmothers and great-grandmothers had none, and their children will have none, and their grandchildren will have none, and their great-grandchildren will have none; but their great-great-grandchildren will have wings again, for every ninth generation can fly.”

“How curious!” said Sukey.

Then the pickaninny found a swamp blackbird’s nest, and showed her how strangely it was made; then they climbed down the chimney of the school-house, and he showed her how the chimney swallow glued her nest together; and he coaxed a katydid to fiddle with his wings, that she might see that. At last they entered the pumpkin patch.

“Well,” said Sukey, “there’s nothing curious here. I know all about pumpkins.”

With that the pickaninny commenced to jump up and down on one, but he was so light that he could not break it. He kept jumping higher and higher; now he was bouncing up ten feet in the air, then fifteen, then twenty, until at last he leaped up as high as the top of the oak-tree, and coming down, he struck his heels through the pumpkin. Sukey laughed till the tears ran off her chin. The pickaninny thrust his arm in and took out a seed. Then breaking that open, he showed Susan that the inside of a pumpkin seed was two white leaves, the first leaves of the young pumpkin vine. And so an hour passed while the pickaninny showed her many curious things, of which I have not time to tell you.

At last he said, “Now, Sukey Gray, pray let me fly away!”

“I shall not keep you if you want to go,” said Susan.

“Then pluck the mistletoe, and let me go.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I cannot go until you pluck the mistletoe.”

Sukey pulled a piece of mistletoe from the limb where they were standing, and he bowed and said,

“Now, Sukey Gray, good-day. Don’t waste your sighs, but use your eyes.”

With that he leaped into the air. Susy looked up, but there was only the bluejay, crying, “Jay! jay! jay!” in a peevish way, and herself looking out the window.

“What a wonderful country the White-Oak Flats must be,” she said. And the more she used her eyes, the more she was satisfied that the Hoop-Pole Country was the most wonderful in the world.