"She come."
"Which direction?"
"Along the road, trotting along all by herself."
"Then I'll take her back. Seems to me she is uncommon like one of a pair I sometimes see—beauties, both of them; though how the mischief——Come with me, missy," he wheedled, stooping and holding out his arms.
"Out to tea," said Judy.
"Yes, so you are. You been out to tea, ain't you?" he sympathised. And Judy, satisfied, holding out her arms, allowed herself to be annexed.
But she was not carried off without a little scene.
In the policeman's arms a sudden recollection of her "manners" flashed across her mind.
"Bye, bye," she said, holding out one hand in a dignified fashion to the potman. With the other she still retained the bun.
"Bye, bye, missy," he responded, much gratified.