"No, I ain't," he roared. "You mind your own business and get away indoors."
Mrs. Musk was meekly obeying, and Georgie escaping at her skirt, when a second roar recalled the child. Jasper was leaning with both hands on the stick before him, his frown gone, but in its place a surely devilish smile, since the child mistook it for the real thing.
"So you're still longun to go back and see the workman, as you call him, at the church?"
"Oh, yes, I are!"
And round eyes kindled at the thought.
"Very well. You may."
Georgie could scarcely believe his ears.
"Fen may I? Now? Now, I say?"
"When you like, so long as you don't bother me."
Georgie jumped and shouted in his joy.