"Oh, who ever heard of bread stuffed with nuts!" he cried. "They're great!" he cried a moment later, "but I don't want the plate. We take what we eat in our hands at home."
He suited the action to the words, for although the sandwiches were small, he managed to grasp one with both hands, demonstrating that it could be done.
"That was a kind little note that you sent with the bag of nuts," Aunt Judith said, "and since you've promised to be my friend, Gyp, I promise to be yours."
"All right!" cried Gyp, "when does it begin?'
"What?" she asked in surprise.
"Why, us bein' friends," said Gyp.
"Now, Gyp, my boy. Now!" said Aunt Judith. "Come in and we'll talk it over."
"Oo-o-o! Not now!" cried Gyp, "but to-night, if I darest ter, I'll dress up, and come."
He slid down from the tall old wooden pump, gave three wild hops, and then raced off across the field toward the old shed-like building that he called home.
She watched his flying figure from the doorway, and as he disappeared behind a clump of bushes, she turned, and closed the door.