should have "fetched him a crack," and taken the consequences.
But, Mr. Wahuers only says, "No, Cobbs. No, my good fellow. Thank you!" And the door being open, goes in.
Boots goes in too, holding the light, and he sees Mr. Walmers go up to the bedside, bend gently down, and kiss the sleeping face. Then, he stands looking at it for a minute, looking wonderfully like it (they do say he ran away with Mrs. Walmers); and then he gently shakes the little shoulder.
"Harry, my dear boy! Harry!"
Master Harry starts up and looks at him. Looks at Cobbs too. Such is the honor of that mite, that he looks at Cobbs, to see whether he has brought him into trouble. "I am not angry, my child. I only want you to dress yourself and come home."
" Yes, pa."
Master Harry dresses himself quickly. His breast begins to swell when he has nearly finished, and it swells more and more as he stands at last, a looking at his father; his father standing a looking at him, the quiet image of him.
"Please may I"—the spirit of that little creature, and the way he kept his rising tears down!—"Please, dear pa—may I—kiss Norah, before I go?"
"You may, my child."
So, he takes Master Harry in his hand, and Boots leads the way with the candle, and they come to that other bedroom: where the elderly lady is seated by the bed, and poor little Mrs. Harry Walmers Junior is fast asleep. There, the father lifts the child up to the pillow, and he lays his little face down for an instant by the little warm face of poor unconscious little Mrs. Harry Walmers Junior, and gently draws it to him—a sight so touching to the chambermaids who are peeping through the door that one of them calls out "It's a shame to part 'em!" But this chambermaid was always, as Boots informs me, a soft-hearted one. Xot that there was any harm in that gill. Far from it.
Finally, Boots says, that's all about it. Mr. Walmers drove away in the chaise, havving hold of Master Harry's hand. The elderly lady and Mrs. Harry Walmers Junior
