"What now, Judy?"
"Hist!" says she. "He's wonderful busy makin' up His mind. Leave Un
be, Dannie!"
'Twas trying, indeed! I craved the kiss. Nor by watching the child's
puckered face could I win a hint to ease the suspense that rode me.
Upon the will of Judith's Lord God Almighty in tweed knickerbockers
surely depended the disposition of the maid. I wished He would make
haste to answer.
"Judy, maid," I implored, "will He never have done?"
"You'll be makin' Un mad, Dannie," she warned.
"I can wait no longer."
"He's scowlin'."