very still, his eyes riveted upon it.

The old pump had not been used in years, but it served for a fine
pedestal for Gyp.

At last he heard the key turn in the lock, and he was all attention.

The little maid opened it, and took in the milk jar.

"Where's _her_?" he demanded. "I want ter see _her_!"

Greta nodded, and ran in to call Aunt Judith.

"There's the queerest looking boy sitting out on top of the old wooden
pump, and he says he wants to see you," said Greta.

Half guessing who it was, for what other boy would make an early morning
call, and choose so odd a seat while he waited, Aunt Judith went to
the door, and looked out.

"Did you wish to see me?" she asked with a pleasant smile, but Gyp had
apparently forgotten what he had intended to say.

"The nuts were fine," Aunt Judith said, "and I want to thank you for
them."

"_That's_ what I came fer. I wanted ter know if them nuts was any
good?"

"They were very nice indeed, and Gyp, I'll give you something that