“That’s about it,” said the man who had first spoken. “Perhaps you’ll put us on our way. It’s time we were getting back.”
“We’ll go with you. Give him your hand, dear, and bring him along.”
“I did t’lute ’em,” Jasper said again, feeling that an important ceremony had somehow been scamped.
Both the men stood up, and the one who had spoken to Nannie jogged his friend with his elbow, saying: “And so do we salute you, young man,” and they both did.
The man put down his hand and touched the top of Jasper’s Persian lamb cap, and laughed:
“What a big man!” he said.
And hand in hand they followed Nannie to St. Dunstan’s.
“Now you know what it’s like for the poor enchanted ones,” Barbara said, taking her hands from Jasper’s eyes.
Jasper looked very solemn. “Poor ’chanted ones,” he echoed; “I’ll t’lute ’em and kiss my hand and kirtsey ne’st time I meet ’em.”