CHAPTER V[ToC]
THE MUG OF WOE
ew shoes! Where in the world did we get new shoes?"
Dr. Redfield was the first to rightly appreciate the grandeur of them, and he was delighted to hear how they could squeak. Land sakes! but they were wonderful. Greatly astonished he was, and so swollen with pride was the little boy that he didn't care—not so very much—even if his old friend had failed to put on his top hat.
"Are you going to do it?"
That was David's first question. He was rather anxious, because he did not believe that this big comrade of his had come properly attired to waylay anybody.
"Surely I am."
The Doctor was prompt, but puzzled. He didn't know what he was going to do. Then, for a space, man and boy looked at each other inquiringly. They were both waiting and they were both wondering.
"Has it begun to start yet?"