Swatted that Burlingame every time--one eye, two
eyes all black, teeth out, nose flattened--called him an 'outrageous
lawyer'--my, that last clip was a good one! You bet he's a sport--
Crozier."
Kitty nodded eagerly while still wiping her red eyes. "He made the judge
smile--I saw it, not ten minutes before his honour put on the black cap.
You couldn't have believed it, if you hadn't seen it--
"Here, let go my hand," she added, suddenly conscious of the enormity
John Sibley was committing by squeezing it now.
It is perfectly true that she did not quite realise that he had taken
her hand--that he had taken her hand. She was conscious in a nice,
sympathetic way that her hand had been taken, but it was lost in the
abstraction of her emotion.
"Oh, here, let it go quick!" she added--"and not because mother's
coming, either," she added as the door opened and her mother came out--
not to spy, not to reproach her daughter for sitting with a man in the
moonlight at ten o'clock at night, but--good, practical soul--to bring
them each a cup of beef-tea.
"Here, you two," she said as she hurried to them. "You need something
after that business in there, and there isn't time to get supper ready.
It's as good for you as supper, anyway. I don't believe in underfeeding.
Nothing's too good to swallow."
She watched them sip the tea slowly like two schoolchildren.
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