"Warm all over," he gasped. "I could strike
a match on my trousers now like Weeden."
Then, while Uncle Felix rubbed his eyes and did his best to see the
invisible, Judy sprang lightly from her chair, ran up to the vacant
place, put out her arms and bent her face down so that her falling
torrent of hair concealed it for a moment. She certainly put her arms
round--something. The next minute she straightened up again with
triumph and tumult in her shining eyes.
"I kissed him," she announced, flushed like any rose, "and he kissed
me back. He blew the wind into my hair as well. I'm flying! I'm
lighter than a feather!" And she went, dancing and flitting, round the
table like a happy bird.
Then Uncle Felix rose sedately from his seat. He did not mean to be
left out of all this marvellous business merely because his body was a
little older and more worn. He stretched his arm across the table,
missing the cream-jug by a narrow margin, but knocking the toast-rack
over in his eagerness. He held his hand out to the empty chair.
"Please take my hand," he said, "and let me have something too."
He went through the pantomime of shaking hands, but to his intense
amazement it seemed that there was an answering clasp.
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