We never see Him bring the bud to the eve of blossoming just to wither it.
But this year, at the first bud, her heart seemed to beat more quickly.
Cartwright, in his most impressive manner, stepped a foot closer to Bud's chair.
It was evident that Bud had no objection to this nor to anything else, for that matter.
But he added, softly: "Sleep on it, bud; I'll let ye change ...