We hunted up an' down the streets for an hour or more; we asked every policeman we met if he'd seen her; we went to a police station; we did everything we could think of, but no Mrs.Jackson turned up.

Then we was so tired an' hungry that we went into some place or other an' got our breakfast.

When we started out ag'in, we kep' on up one street an' down another, an' askin' everybody who looked as if they had two grains of sense,--which most of 'em didn't look as if they had mor'n one, an' that was in use to get 'em to where they was goin.' At last, a little ways down a small street, we seed a crowd, an' the minute we see it Jone an' me both said in our inside hearts: 'There she is!' An' sure enough, when we got there, who should we see, with a ring of street-loafers an' boys around her, but Mrs.Andrew Jackson, with her little straw hat an' her green carpet-slippers, a-dancin' some kind of a skippin' fandango, an' a-holdin' out her skirts with the tips of her fingers.

I was jus' agoin' to rush in an' grab her when a man walks quick into the ring and touches her on the shoulder.

The minute I seed him I knowed him.