Have you seen any one?"
"Some one very wonderful?" said Judy. "Has he passed this way? It's
Hide-and-Seek, you know."
WEEDEN looked more mysterious at once. It was strange how a one-eyed
face could express so big a meaning. He scratched his head and smiled.
"All my flowers and vegitubles is a-growin' nicely," he said at
length. "It is a lovely mornin' for a game." His eye closed and
opened. The answer was more direct than usual. It meant volumes.
WEEDEN was in the know. They felt him somehow related to their leader
--a kind of organised and regulated tramp.
"You _have_ seen him, then?" cried Judy.
"With your gone eye!" exclaimed Tim. "Which way? And what signs have
you got?"
"Flowers, beetles, snail-shells, caterpillars--anything beautiful is a
sign, you know," went on Judy, breathlessly.
"Deep, tender, kind and beautiful," interposed the Tramp, laying the
accent significantly on the first adjective, as if for Weeden's
special benefit.
WEEDEN looked up. "Sounds like my garden things," he said darkly, more
to himself than to the others. He gazed down into the hole he had been
digging. The moist earth glistened in the sunlight.
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