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"What d'you think?" he whispered: "I felt it had a message for me brought me a message something to tell me " "Round its neck or foot?" asked Tim. Stumper drew the boy closer and looked down into his face. "Eyes," he mumbled, "in its small bright eyes. There was a flash, I saw it plainly something strange and marvellous, something I've been looking for all my life."
I understand the birds a bit. Extraordinary thing, I thought. Got up and looked at it." He blocked again. "Ah!" said some one, by way of encouragement. "And it looked back at me." By the way he said it, it was clear he hardly expected to be believed. "Of course," said Uncle Felix. "Naturally," added Tim. "And what d'you think?" Stumper went on, a note of yearning and even passion in his voice.
Their neighbour at the Manor House, Colonel William Stumper, C.B., experienced this gentler quality in the trio. He was Mother's cousin, too. They were inclined to like this Colonel Stumper, C.B. For one thing he limped, and that meant, they decided, that he had a wooden leg.
"That's just it," he said, the moment he saw the Tramp, taking his helmet off as though an odd respect was in him. "That's just what I've always felt," he went on vaguely. "I'm looking for some one wot's a'looking for something else only looking wrong." "In the wrong places," suggested Stumper, remembering his Indian scouting days.
While they admired the feather and exhibited their own, Tim crying, "We've got five now, nearly a whole wing!" Stumper was heard to murmur above their heads, "And since I came out to look I've felt quite different." "Your secret's in the wind and open sky!" cried Judy, dancing round him with excitement. Her voice came flying from the air.
Stanley slightly lowered the Review and looked across it at his brother. It was evident to him that 'old Felix' was in one of his free-thinking moods. "They're domestic," he said, "and fond of their children, and pleasant neighbors. I don't deny that they've got a tremendous sense of duty, but we want that in these days." "Duty to what?" Stanley raised his level eyebrows. It was a stumper.
"They're coming," gasped Judy below her breath. "They're coming back," Tim whispered, the tone muffled, underground. "Eh?" ejaculated Stumper. "Coming back?" His voice, too, had distance in it. Whether they saw it in the reflections on the running water, or whether the maze of shadow and sunshine in the wooded banks produced it, no one knew exactly.
They stood a moment in silence and watched the quiet way it hid itself among the waves of green the wind stirred to and fro. It seemed to melt away. It hid itself. It left them. It was gone. And Stumper turned and looked at them with the air of a man who has justified himself. He had certainly discovered definite signs. But there was bewilderment among the group as well as pleasure.
The thing is, shall we play hide-and-seek, or would you really rather go to bed, as Mother said, and have dinner and hot drinks?" "Nonsense," cried Judy with authority. "He's got an awful cold, and he's got to go to bed at once. He's shivering all over. It's Nindian fever." "No, really, really " began Stumper, but was not allowed to finish.
That was a stumper until Pete Barnes had another idee, and that was that old Otto Schmidt, the trusty shoe repairer of Ryeville, might know. He did. In fact, even then he had a pair of Judith's shoes to be half soled. "She's schlim and long," said Otto, "five and a half touble A." So five and a half double A it was. "And make 'em gold," suggested the Colonel.
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