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They had all become weary of groping about in the sand, when Johnny looked at the bay, and observed a boy coming towards them, rowing a boat. "Hilloa, there!" shouted the boy. "Hilloa!" responded Johnny. "If that isn't Sol Rosenberg!" "Nowhere particular. Get in and go too?" "Yes," said Johnny, "Fred Jackson and I. Fred can steer as straight's a needle. I'll paddle, you know."
"I don't believe she's more than fourteen at most;" thought he, "she speaks so simple, jest like a child; an' yet, she goes right to the pint, 's straight's any woman; though I don't know, come to think on't, 's ever I knew a woman that could go straight to a pint," reflected the Elder, whose patience was often sorely tried by the wandering and garrulous female tongues in his parish.
Upon Warwick's entrance this effusion came to a sudden end, and the coffin-maker assumed an air of professional gravity. "Good-mawnin', suh," he said, lifting his cap politely. "Good-morning," answered Warwick. "Can you tell me anything about Judge Straight's office hours?" "De ole jedge has be'n a little onreg'lar sence de wah, suh; but he gin'ally gits roun' 'bout ten o'clock er so.
"Just keep your seat, George," he said to Tryon, "until I have spoken to the young woman, and then we'll go across to Straight's. Or, if you'll drive along a little farther, you can see the girl through the window. She's worth the trouble, if you like a pretty face." Tryon liked one pretty face; moreover, tinted beauty had never appealed to him.
Before the war, that boy would have been around there and back before you could say Jack Robinson; now, the lazy rascal takes his time just like a white man." Dave returned more promptly than from his first trip. "Jedge Straight's dere now, suh," he said. "He's done come in." "I'll take you right around and introduce you," said the doctor, running on pleasantly, like a babbling brook.
"Now!" he exclaimed ecstatically. "Stand from under, Scraggs!" He pressed a lever. There was a whang, a whistle and the ink bottle hurtled in a beautiful parabola over Greenwich Street. "Gee! look at her go!" cried Willie in triumph. "Straight's a string."
There were not in Patesville half a dozen persons capable of thinking Judge Straight's thoughts upon the question before him, and perhaps not another who would have adopted the course he now pursued toward this anomalous family in the house behind the cedars. "Well, here we are again, as the clown in the circus remarks," murmured the judge.
"But getting the stomach straight and keeping it straight's the main thing. My old grandmother could eat anything and do anything. I've seen her put in a glass of milk or a saucer of ice-cream on top of a tomato-salad. The way she kept well was, whenever she began to feel the least bit off, she stopped eating. Not a bite would she touch till she felt well again."
When Judge Straight's visitors had departed, he took up the papers which had been laid loosely on the table as they were taken out of Tryon's breast-pocket, and commenced their perusal.
"Ef he hadn't be'n in such a hurry, I'd 'a' axed him to read Judge Straight's letter. But Rena'll be home soon." When Frank reached the doctor's office, he saw Tryon seated in the doctor's buggy, which was standing by the window of the drugstore. Frank ran upstairs and asked the doctor's man if Miss Walden had been there.
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