"That's the one," she said positively. "That silly map of his is stenciled on my memory for the rest of my life. I saw it in a nightmare last night. There's something funny about his eyes, too. No mistake, your Honor. That's the bird that did the mischief."
"You lie in your nasty bucked teeth!" Toffee rasped.
The girl whirled on Toffee, her body tense with anger. "You keep your phony two-bits worth outa this, or I'll tell his Honor what you did. I'll never be right again because of you!"
At this his Honor seemed to pick up his ears. Here was a note of intrigue worthy of his personal attention.
"What did she do?" he asked in a hushed voice.
The girl beckoned with a stained finger and the Justice obligingly leaned down over the bench. Lip-to-ear, the waitress whispered at length, and as the narrative progressed the Justice's mouth formed a scandalized O.
"All the way down?" he asked when she had finished.
The girl nodded vigorously. "And it made me feel all...."
The Justice suddenly seemed to remember that he was presiding over a court rather than a ladies' tea. His features fixed themselves into an expression of severity. "I'm not sure you should divulge confidences of such a personal nature, young lady," he said, straightening up. "However, I can see your complaint."
"Anyone can see her complaint," Toffee commented dryly. "I guess she was just born that way."