The Judge sat down on a chair near the table. "Yes, some of it. William is a good grabber, but he gives up after an argument, and there is some virtue in that."
"What was in the paper that worried Mr. Bodney so?" Agnes asked, speaking to the Judge.
"I don't know. Has anything worried him?"
"Yes, I saw him grabbing the paper as if he would tear it to pieces."
"Ball game, probably," said the Judge, and then looking at Agnes he added: "Nothing seems to bother you, little one."
"No, sir. I won't let it. When I am worried something jumps this way," she said, making an upward motion with her hands, indicating the sudden rise of spirits, "and the bother is gone."
The Judge spoke to Bradley. "The heart of youth jumps up and says boo to a trouble and frightens it away."
"Ah," replied Bradley, "and couldn't an older heart learn to boo a trouble away?"
The Judge shook his head. "The old heart crouches, but cannot jump."
"Make it jump," Agnes cried. "Let me hear you laugh as you used to."