He preceded David into a room on whose outer door was the deterrent word, “Private.”
While the Judge got a pitcher of water to hold the flowers David crossed the room. On a table near the window was a rack of books 80 which he eagerly inspected. To his delight he saw a volume of Andersen’s Fairy Tales. Instantly the book was opened, and he was devouring a story.
“David,” spoke the Judge from the other end of the room, “didn’t these roses grow on a bush by the west porch?”
There was no answer.
The Judge, remarking the boy’s absorption, came to see what he was reading.
“Andersen’s Fairy Tales! My favorite book. I didn’t know that boys liked fairy stories.”
David looked up quickly.
“I didn’t know that lawyers did, either.”
“Well, I do, David. They are my most delightful diversion.”
“Girls don’t like fairy stories,” mused David. “Anyway, Janey doesn’t. I have to tell true stories to please her.”