"What we want," he said with the emphasis of
true conviction, "is--a Leader."
Judy repeated the word after him immediately; it was obvious; why
hadn't she thought of it herself? "Of course," she agreed. "That's it
exactly."
"We're looking wrong somewhere," her brother added, and they both
turned their heads in the direction of Uncle Felix who was still
standing on the lawn in a state of bewilderment, examining the
treetops. He expected something from the air, it seemed. Perhaps he
was looking for rain--he loved water so. But evidently he was not a
proper leader; he was even more bewildered than themselves; he, too,
was looking wrong somewhere, somehow. They needed some one to show
them how and where to look. Instinctively they felt their uncle was no
better at this mighty game than they were. If only somebody who knew
and understood--a leader--would turn up!
And it was just then that Judy clutched her brother by the arm and
said in a startled whisper, "Hark!"
They harked. Through the hum of leaves and insects that filled the air
this sweet June morning they heard another sound--a voice that reached
them even here beneath the dense roof of shrubbery.
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