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Updated: May 7, 2025
"Yes," cried Pomona, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "I've seen a lord, and trod his floors, and I'll tell you all about it. You know I was boun' to do it, and I wanted to go alone, for if Jone was with me he'd be sure to put in some of his queer sayin's an' ten to one hurt the man's feelin's, and cut off the interview.
Me, if I should be miserabl' like that I would kill meself." The countryman only shook his head. "Bien, Posson Jone', I have the so good news for you." The prisoner looked up with eager inquiry. "Las' evening when they lock' you, I come right off at M. De Blanc's house to get you let out of de calaboose; M. De Blanc he is the judge. So soon I was entering Ah!
"'If you see that team of little oxen, says the big man, 'send 'em 'round to the front gate. "'All right, says Jone; an' he let me down the outside of the wall as if I had been a bag o' horse-feed. "'But if the bank isn't open you can't pay for it when it does come, we heard the old lady a-sayin' as we hurried off.
"So, early the nex' day, we goes off jus' as fast as trains would take us to his father's, an' we hadn't been there mor'n ten minutes, before Jone found out he had been summoned on a jury. "'When must you go? says I, when he come, lookin' a kind o' pale, to tell me this. "'Right off, says he. 'The court meets this mornin'. If I don't hurry up, I'll have some of 'em after me.
"Now, sir," said she, "we've got another thing to say; and it will seem queer to you after what we've said already. We do want to go into fiction, but not the way we was in it before. The fact is that between us we've written a story, and we've brought it with us, hoping you wouldn't mind letting Jone read it to you.
Unsuspicious Wonota was called into the stateroom in the special car, and there her white friends displayed to her delighted gaze the "trousseau," as Jennie insisted upon calling the pretty frock and other articles sent on by Madame Joné. "For me?" asked Wonota, for once showing every indication of delight without being ordered to do so by the director. "All for me? Oh, it is too much!
"So Jone he went into the room where General Tom Thumb was a-settin' with his hat on, a-lookin' doleful at the bed, an' says he: "'What's the matter with the bed? "'Oh, it's too large entirely, says the General. 'It wouldn't do for me to sleep in a bed like that. It would ruin my character as a genuine Thumb.
When we got to town we went to a smallish hotel, near the ferry, where Jone knowed the man who kep' it, who wouldn't bother about none of us havin' a scrap of baggage, knowin' he'd get his money all the same, out of either Jone or his father. They had two rooms right across the hall from ours. We hadn't been inside our room five minutes before Mrs. General Jackson come a-knockin' at the door.
"When Parson Jones awoke, a bell was somewhere tolling for midnight. Somebody was at the door of his cell with a key. The lock grated, the door swung, the turnkey looked in and stepped back, and a ray of moonlight fell upon M. Jules St.-Ange. The prisoner sat upon the empty shackles and ring-bolt in the centre of the floor. "Misty Posson Jone'," said the visitor, softly. "O Jools!"
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