" She hoped not.
"Let's get up as close as we can," said Bunny. "Maybe if it's Fred we
can tell, no matter if he is blacked up like a minstrel."
"He doesn't look at all like Fred to me," said Sue. "He looks so funny
with his big red lips and his white collar."
"That's the way they all dress," said Bunny. "Come on, here's a place we
can squeeze through and see better."
Bunny wiggled his way up among the people. His sister followed him, and
Mr. and Mrs. Brown, watching the children, knew where to find them when
they wanted to go away.
"Now take a good look," whispered Sue to Bunny, as they got very near
the platform on which the boy sat. She had made her whisper rather loud,
and it came at just the time when the banjoist stopped playing, so that
he and several persons heard the little girl.
"What's the matter?" asked one man, smiling down at Sue. "Didn't you
ever see a minstrel before?"
"Yes, I did," said Sue. "But maybe not this one."
"Oh, they're all alike," said the man, but Sue paid no more attention
to him, for she was nudging Bunny and trying to get him to look at the
colored boy.
Bunny himself was greatly interested. He wanted to make sure whether or
not the player were Fred.
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