"Georgie"
his teeth, and crossed to where Taffy scowled and nestled in Diana's youthful arms. With tearful eyes she looked up at him; a dainty Dresden china shepherdess of a girl. Drusilla told me afterward that the little Puritan whispered something to console him, something about doing the right thing as it came in your way, however hard it was. She finished up, Drusilla told me, with a reference to the straight and narrow path, and this unusual advice seemed to soothe and encourage Georgie.
"Take that child away at once," said his mother. "My dear boy, you must be mad! He ought to have been asleep hours ago. We will discuss the matter more fully in the morning. Diana, give him to Georgie. Really, without prejudice, I think I never saw a more disagreeable-looking child."
Diana gave him up with reluctance.
"His head is burning," said she anxiously, "and his little feet are like ice. When Dickie had the measles—"
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