One black figure arose from the floor, drew his tall proportions into their most graceful attitude, and bowed. "I am Caleb and this is Lucy on the floor," he says to me. Then I hear why they're in my house.

"I've broke with Master Mac, and I thought I would come and try to get in with you ma'am," he says; and with that he starts to work. Right in my kitchen. "I'll kindle the fire," he tells me, " and then you can tell Lucy 'bout de breffast."