Then he came and knocked at Mr. Gedge-Tomkins' door. Pollyooly opened it.
"Mr. Ruffin in?" he said, jerking a dirty thumb toward the door opposite.
Pollyooly had not heard the Honorable John Ruffin start for the Law Courts, and he might not have done so. This ignorance served her well, for she had been brought up a very truthful child; and with exact accuracy she said, "I don't know. I haven't seen him go in or out since yesterday morning."
"What's he like to look at?" said the respectable, but red-nosed, man gloomily.
Pollyooly knitted her brow, as if in an earnest effort to remember; then she said, "Well, he looks very nice in his wig."
"What colored eyes 'as 'e got?" said the red-faced man.
"They might be brown, and again they might not," said Pollyooly after a little thought.
As a matter of fact, the eyes of the Honorable John Ruffin are a very fine gray. But Pollyooly was resolved with an equal firmness neither to impart any information, nor to depart from the truth.
