It was later than they dreamed when the clock chimed the hour, and
they took leave of Aunt Judith telling her how quaint and delightful
the party had been, and how truly they had enjoyed the evening. Captain
Atherton took the entire party under his protection, and they walked
home together, talking all the way of the kindness of Aunt Judith in
planning the pleasure for them.
* * * * * * * *
Very early next morning an impish figure sat astride the old wooden
pump that stood near the door of the cottage.
He seemed to have no interest in anything save that door, and he sat
very still, his eyes riveted upon it.
The old pump had not been used in years, but it served for a fine
pedestal for Gyp.
At last he heard the key turn in the lock, and he was all attention.
The little maid opened it, and took in the milk jar.
"Where's _her_?" he demanded. "I want ter see _her_!"
Greta nodded, and ran in to call Aunt Judith.
"There's the queerest looking boy sitting out on top of the old wooden
pump, and he says he wants to see you," said Greta.
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