It was the right thing to
do evidently; acting spontaneously, he had performed an inspired
action. And the odd thing was that the food, lying in the blaze of
sunlight on the plate, slowly underwent a change: the sugar got
smaller in size, the honey-drops diminished, the blob of cream lost
its first circumference, and even the bread-crumbs seemed to dwindle
visibly.
"It's very hot this morning," said Judy after a bit. "The sun's
hungrier than usual," and she pushed the plate into the shade. But it
was clear that she referred to some one other than the sun, although
the sun belonged to what was going on. "Thirsty, too," she added,
"although there are bucketsful of dew about."
"And extra bright into the bargain," declared Tim. "I love shiny stuff
like that to wear and dress in. It fits so easily--no bothering
buttons."
"And doesn't wear out or stain, does it?" put in Uncle Felix, saying
the first thing that came into his head--and again behaving in the
appropriate, spontaneous manner. It was clear that the Stranger--to
them, at least--was clothed in the gold and silver of the brilliant
morning. There was a delicate perfume, too, as of wild flowers and
sweet little roadside blossoms.
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