"Just you put on these." "Golly!" exclaimed the black boy.

But he seized the bundle Dab threw him, and he had it open in a twinkling.
"Any t'ing in de pockets ?" he asked.
"Guess not," said Dab; "but there's lots of room." "Say dar was," exclaimed Dick.

"But won't dese t'ings be warm ?" It was quite likely; for the day was not a cool one, and Dick never seemed to think of getting off what he had on, before getting into his unexpected present.

Coat, vest, and trousers, they were all pulled on with more quickness than Dab had ever seen the young African display before.
"I's much obleeged to ye, Mr.Kinzer," said Dick very proudly, as he strutted across the road.

"On'y I dasn't go back fru de village." "What'll you do, then ?" asked Dab.
"S'pose I'd better go a-fishin'," said Dick.