

Still the boy stood, and moved not; more, he tapped the floor once or
twice with his small impatient foot.  Hendon was wholly perplexed.  Said
he--

Bless us, what is it?

Prithee pour the water, and make not so many words!

Hendon, suppressing a horse-laugh, and saying to himself, By all the
saints, but this is admirable! stepped briskly forward and did the
small insolents bidding; then stood by, in a sort of stupefaction,
until the command, Come--the towel! woke him sharply up.