How strange that through his life he had heard so little about child study! He must find out what books there were on the subject. However, books or no books, these children bade fair to make a psychologist of him.
CHAPTER XV
A Drive with the Judge
A few days later the Judge stood at the foot of the staircase leading up to the children’s rooms and inwardly wondered.
Bethany was kneeling down on the top step. “O, Lord, forgive me for what I am about to do,” she prayed, piously; then she unclasped her hands and took in them a crumpled handkerchief.
The Judge still stared. She had her dress pinned up, a towel fastened round her waist, sleeves rolled back, and beside her on the step a little tin can and a cake of Hittaker’s soap.
What was she going to do? and the Judge waited.
She was washing down the steps, and as she washed she softly sang to herself a homemade ditty:
“Ellen and Susie they’re with me right here;
Wash little maid, wash the steppies so clear,
Wash for the Judge, and for Titus the boy,