“See here—hold on—wait! Let Blossom do it!” warded off Jemmy Three, backing away precipitately.
The beautiful secret was out. Judith had been “s’prised.” There were still months of uncertainty, but Judith was not uncertain. She went about in a cloud of rapture. At night she lay awake beside Blossom, and dreamed her rosy, happy dreams. And, in truth, if she could have looked ahead into the certain months, and beyond, she would have seen Blossom walking steadily through all the years.