“Oh, you are a yarner, are you?”
“Yes,” admitted David modestly. “Aunt M’ri thinks I will be a writer when I grow up, but I think I should like to be a lawyer.”
“David,” asked the Judge abruptly, “did 81 Miss Brumble tell you to give me those roses?”
With a wild flashing of eyes the Dunne temper awoke, and the boy’s under jaw shot forward.
“No!” he answered fiercely. “She didn’t know that I know––”
He paused in mid-channel of such deep waters.
“That you know what?” demanded the Judge in his cross-examining tone.
David was doubtful of the consequences of his temerity, but he stood his ground.
“I can’t tell you what, because I promised not to. Some one was just thinking out loud, and I overheard.”
There was silence for a moment.