Titus had a bag slung on his back.
“G-g-grandfather,” he said, “I suppose it’s all right to give these things to the Tingsby children.”
“Certainly.”
“H-h-how will I get them there? Are you going to have the sleigh out to-day?”
“I was not planning to do so. I am going to walk.”
“L-l-let’s take the young one for a drive,” exclaimed Titus.
Judge Sancroft smiled. Titus ordinarily hated to drive. He did not care to sit still for any length of time.
“Very well,” he said at length.
“I-I-I was just going to take her up to the stable to see the pigeons,” said Titus. “S-s-she’s so crazy about birds.”
“Then tell Roblee to harness, and remember not to keep me waiting. Don’t take the child outdoors in that garb.”