“Don’t you want to go in the house and lie down?” he asked, gazing kindly at her white face.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. The Judge carried her along the plank walk, while Titus lounged slowly behind.
“Where is Mrs. Blodgett?” asked the Judge of a maid when they entered the lower hall.
“Gone out, sir.”
“Then you take care of this little girl while I am away.”
Bethany made no protest. The girl smiled kindly and put out a hand, and the child went quietly with her.
“Let her lie down and have a sleep,” said the Judge, “she is tired.”
Then he turned. “Well, boy, what are you for—remaining at home or going with me?”
Titus looked at his grandfather. It was Christmas Day, and he ought to keep with him. “I’ll go with you, sir,” he said, brightening up.
The Judge smiled, then together they went upstairs and out the big hall door down to the waiting sleigh.