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Faith's trained eyes fell first upon the tiny, dark object, sunning himself happily in all his baby innocence, and blinking at the lovely green world surrounding his shallow stone. Her heart beat fast and she said to herself, "Oh, I know it's a common one!" She tiptoed swiftly nearer. It was not a common one. It was a prince! It was a prince!
"I'll wait all right," said the boy. "Don't you be too long. It's dark in here." "The dark won't hurt you," said Hortense, but to this the boy only snorted by way of reply. Hortense peeped cautiously into the kitchen. Aunt Esmerelda was seated in her chair, fast asleep. "What luck," thought Hortense, and she tiptoed across the kitchen to the cellar door.
He signalled to Ah Cum; and the two of them crossed on foot into the city. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. The patient fell into a natural and refreshing sleep. So Ruth found that for a while her eyes were free. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window.
After a while Simon began to fancy that he had not really heard anything, but that his overwrought nerves were playing a trick upon him; so he rose, tiptoed across the room and stood back in the shadows of the great curving stairway, listening. Again he heard sounds above him, more rustling, and footsteps this time.
Upstairs tiptoed the noiseless felt shoes, bent on some house errand, to the "household" floors above, where young white girls from the tenements of The Bend and the East Side live in slavery worse, if not more galling, than any of the galley with ball and chain the slavery of the pipe.
And when I tiptoed to his side, there was Tookhees sitting on the rim of my drinking cup, in which I had left a new leader to soak for the evening's fishing, scrubbing his face diligently, like a boy who is watched from behind to see that he slights not his ears or his neck.
"Give me the papers," he said gloomily; and the Farleys' attorney passed them across, with his fountain-pen. There was a purring of wheels in the air and the staccato clatter of a horse's hoofs on the hard metaling of the pike. Vincent Farley rose quietly in his place and tiptoed to the door.
With a glance at the patient, she tiptoed from the room into the hall. "What is it, Isaiah?" she asked. Isaiah seemed to be excited about something. "I've got a surprise for you, Mary-'Gusta," he whispered. "There's somebody downstairs to see you." His manner was so important and mysterious that Mary was puzzled. "Someone to see me?" she repeated. "Who is it?" Mr. Chase winked.
But even with those advantages he did not dare attempt getting the buggy out of the barn, and decided to use the old discarded carryall, relic of "Cap'n Abner," which now stood under the open shed at the rear. George Washington looked at him in sleepy wonder as he tiptoed into the barn and lit the lantern.
It was apparent that in their minds, he was again to blame for something. Realising that they dared not openly reproach him before Alfred, he decided to make his escape while his friend was still in the room. He reached for his hat and tiptoed gingerly toward the door, but just as he was congratulating himself upon his decision, Alfred called to him with a mysterious air.
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