A laugh through the court; but the odd little figure in mother’s old bonnet never smiled, her eyes were turned again reproachfully on Dick—he was following in the footsteps of “Heve.”
“You may administer the oath,” said the magistrate to the usher of the court, and then the Bible was placed in Flo’s hands and the well-known solemn words addressed to her.
“The Evidence you shall give to the court, shall be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing else but the truth, so help you God.”
“Yes,” answered Flo.
“Kiss the book,” said the usher.
She did so gravely, and handed it back to him. “Now, Darrell, just answer the questions put to you, and remember you are on your oath to speak the truth. Who are these boys? Do you know them?”
“Yes, yer Washup.”
Flo had heard Mr Vernon spoken to as “Your Worship,” and had adopted the name with avidity.
“What are they called?”
“Little ’un’s Dick—t’other Jenks.”