CHAPTER ELEVEN Swing that Masic
CHAPTER ELEVEN Swing that Masic CHAPTER ELEVEN Swing that Masic As the streetcar rumbled down Canal Street, Jack looked over his shoulder. Dipper was right. African Americans were sitting in the back, while only white people were in the front. Jack hadn't even noticed it on their first streetcar ride. Jack's heart felt heavy. Why would anyone not want to sit next to someone just because they are a different color? he wondered. How could anyone ever be mean to Dipper? Dipper, who is gentle and f
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CHAPTER ELEVEN Swing that Masic
CHAPTER ELEVEN Swing that Masic
As the streetcar rumbled down Canal Street, Jack looked over his shoulder. Dipper was right.African Americans were sitting in the back, while only white people were in the front.Jack hadn't even noticed it on their first streetcar ride.
Jack's heart felt heavy. Why would anyone not want to sit next to someone just because they are a different color?he wondered. How could anyone ever be mean to Dipper?Dipper, who is gentle and friendly and kind?Dipper, who hears music everywhere?
Jack listened to the click-clack of the streetcar rolling down the tracks. The sound had a good beat.Jack tapped his hand against his knee, until the streetcar came to a stop. "Let's go," said Annie.
Jack and Annie stood up. Canal Street was bright with lights.People were still selling things on the sidewalk.
"What time is it, please?" Jack asked the conductor.
"Five minutes after nine, boy," said the conductor. "Y'all better head for home." "We are!" said Annie.
Jack and Annie hopped off the streetcar and started to run.They ran to the bottom of Canal Street and crossed to the palm trees in the grove near the Mississippi River.In the dark, they found the rope ladder and scrambled up it into the tree house.
Jack grabbed the Pennsylvania book that would take them home.
"Wait!" said Annie, looking out the window. "Look!"
