"They have to watch Mr. William all the time," said Agnes. "He carries off everything he can get his hands on. They say his room looks like a junk shop." Bradley nodded in acknowledgment, and after a short silence, full of meditation, he said: "You seem still to enjoy your visit. And I hope you are not thinking of going home." "Ah, ha, I am having a lovely time. Isn’t it a nice place to visit. They make you feel so much at home, snap at each other if they want to, just as if you weren’t here. That’s the way for people to do; make you feel at home. But they are just as good as they can be, and their little spats are so full of fun to me, only it makes me sad to see the Judge worry. Yes, I am having a lovely time. I went to the vaudeville yesterday, and tomorrow I am going to your church." "Oh, you are?" Bradley laughed. "Ah, ha. Oh, do you know what I heard about you? I heard you were seen walking along the street with a drunken man." "Yes, a friend of mine. And if a preacher shouldn’t support a staggering brother, who should?" "Oh, how human. I like you for that?" "Do you?" "Yes, I do." "And for that alone?" "Oh, no, I like you for that and for a good many other things. I think I could have lots of fun with you." "Fun with me?" The preacher was thinking of a summer evening in Aldine Square, the music of the fountain, the sweetness of the flowers. "Ah, ha. There’s something about you that makes me feel like a little girl. And I dreamed that you took me by the hand and led me along." "Agnes, let me lead you." She slid off the corner of the table and stood with her hands flat together, like a delighted child, but suddenly she looked up with seriousness in her eyes. "But now you make me feel like a woman." The Judge came in. Bradley spoke almost in a whisper. "But a woman might be led by a man." And then to the Judge he remarked, striving to hide his annoyance at the interruption: "I see you have recovered your property." 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."