Brown asked several persons there about the traveling medicine show
with the colored banjo player. Many had seen it, but some were sure the
banjo-playing boy was a real negro, while others said he was only
blackened up. At any rate the show had traveled on, and no one knew
where it would be next met with.
"Well, it may have been Fred, and it may not," said Mr. Brown. "I must
write and ask Mr. Ward if his son could imitate a negro, singing and
playing the banjo, and whether he ever dressed up and did that sort of
thing."
The progress of the big automobile through the town attracted many
persons, not a few of whom believed it to be a traveling show, and they
were disappointed when some sort of performance was not given.
The Browns were soon out in the sunny country again, traveling along a
shady level road. Bunny and Sue played with their toys, and at noon,
when they stopped for lunch, they had a romping game of tag in the woods
and fields near-by.
After the noon rest they went on again, the two dogs running along,
sometimes ahead of the automobile and sometimes behind it.
"I'm going to put darling Sallie Malinda to sleep," said Sue after a
while. "And I'm going to let her sleep near the back door of the car.
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