" He then went quickly from the room, as though
he feared more questions; he took the secret with him; he was nervous
about betraying what he knew. But Judy agreed with Tim that "his
answer proved it, because why should he have said it unless he knew!"
Meanwhile, that fine morning in early June slipped along its sunny
way; a heavy treacle-pudding luncheon was treated properly; Uncle
Felix lit his great meerschaum pipe, and they all went out on the lawn
beneath the lime trees. The undercurrent of excitement filled the air.
Something was going to happen, something so wonderful that they could
not speak about it. They did not dare to ask questions lest they
should somehow stop it. It was a most delicately poised affair. The
least mistake might send it racing in the opposite direction. But
their imaginations were so actively at work inside that they could not
help whispering among themselves about it. The silence of their Uncle
piled up the coming wonder in an enormous heap.
"Something _is_ coming," affirmed Judy in an undertone for the
twentieth time, "but _I_ think it will be after tea, don't you?"
"Prob'ly," assented her brother, very full of treacle pudding.
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