Judy thought
"She's bubbling inside--really."
"There's WEEDEN in there," Tim mentioned, pointing to the wood behind
her.
Something uncommonly like a smile passed into Aunt Emily's eyes, then
vanished as suddenly as it came. Judy thought it was like a bubble
that burst the instant it reached the sunlight on the surface of a
pond.
"And how often," came the rebuke, automatically rather, "has your
Mother told you _not_ to be familiar with the Gardener? Play if you
want to, but do not play with your inferiors. Play with your Uncle
Felix, with Colonel Stumper, or with me--"
Another bubble had risen, caught the sunshine, reflected all the
colours of the prism, then burst and vanished into airy spray.
"But they're looking with us," Tim insisted eagerly. "We're all
looking together for something--Uncle Felix, Come-Back Stumper,
everybody. It's wonderful. It never ends."
Aunt Emily's hand, still clutching the umbrella, stole up and put her
bonnet straight. It was done to gain a little time apparently. There
was a certain hesitation in her. She seemed puzzled. She betrayed
excitement too.
"Looking, are you?" she exclaimed, and her voice held a touch of
mellowness that was new.
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