were dancing in the streets as happy and as dumb as starlings on a Sunday morning. Thatâs the way life was meant to be, Juba. Happy and as dumb as starlings on a Sunday morning.â
âThey were great, Margaret,â I said. âYou had them just perfect.â
âAnyway, thereâs a fellow who wants to talk to you, andhe said heâd been told you lived somewhere in this house,â Margaret said. âI told him maybe you did and maybe you didnât. Heâs a reporter from a newspaper in Newark, New Jersey.â
âWhat does he want to see me for?â
âHe wouldnât tell me.â
âWhere is he now?â
The newspaper reporter was waiting for Margaret on the front steps, so I put on my last clean shirt and went down to meet him. Margaret sat next to me on the steps, took off her apron, and put it over her knees.
âHere he is, mister, the great Juba!â Margaret said.
âHello, my name is Bains,â the man said. âI understand that you are quite a dancer!â
âYou want to put that in your paper?â I asked. âThat Iâm quite a dancer?â
âWell, no. Actually, Iâm doing a story on Charles Dickens. I wanted to talk to you about him,â the reporter said. âThe Tribune said you were chatting with him after the main show and that you invented a new dance just for him. Is that true?â
âI talked to some people after the show,â I said. âOne of them said his name was Dickens.â
âYou donât know who Charles Dickens is?â
âI know he liked my dancing,â I said.
âCharles Dickens is an amazing authorâcan you read?â
âI can read and write,â I said.
âWell, you should read Nicholas Nickleby or The Old Curiosity Shop ,â the reporter said. âHe publishes monthly in the London papers, and people over there adore him. What did he say to you?â
âHe just said he liked my dancing,â I said. I felt a little embarrassed. So much was going on around me, and I wasnât keeping up with it at all. Mr. Dickens hadnât come up to me and said he was famous or anything. He had just said he enjoyed what he did, and Iâd told him I enjoyed what I did. His exact words had slipped my mind.
âItâs not often a famous British writer has a conversation with a black man.â The reporter was standing and putting away his notebook.
âWhatâs my color got to do with it?â I asked.
He didnât answer, just looked at me, nodded, and went on his way.
Good. There was a lot of excitement going on, and I wasnât sure if I could handle any more than I already had.
Jack and Stubby came out with trays of oysters and fish, and I helped put them on Jackâs cart.
âYou feeling okay now?â I asked Jack.
âFair to middling,â Jack said. âMargaret said everybody in the world wants a piece of Master Juba today. She said people were knocking on her door as soon as the sun came up.â
âMiss Lilly said a lot of people complimented her on the food, too,â Stubby said. âShe asked me if I wanted to cook at Almackâs on weekends.â
âAlways looking out for themselves,â Jack said. âI told Stubby he could probably get a better job if he held out.â
âWhat are you going to do?â I asked Stubby.
âJack said I needed to think about what went right and what went wrong and figure out how I could have handled the whole thing better,â Stubby said. âWhat went wrong was that nobody knew it was me who did the cooking. Peteâs spreading the word that Miss Lilly did the cooking, and sheâs not walking away from that.â
âHe sure canât say he did the dancing.â Jack grinned.
I went along with Jack and Stubby, selling fish and oysters. It wasnât something I liked to do, and Jack usually didnât want me along, but he was so
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