"Yes," said Randolph, the twinkle dying away; "the winds blew, and the flood came, and the big sea washed them quite away. I'm having another try now. Wish me success, little man."
Chuckles looked at him with big eyes.
"How high will you build? Up to heaven?"
"Go on with your breakfast," said Monica quickly.
Chuckles said no more until his good-bye came, and then he looked with awe at the small gold piece pressed into his chubby palm.
"Why, that will buy me a pony, won't it?" he questioned, beginning to caper up and down. "Oh, Cousin Ran, thank you truly! And may I come out to see you building in India one day? Me and Miss Sid will come out togever."
"And what will become of Aunt Monnie?"
"She'll come, too. We'll all come, and we'll all build togever!"
"A happy family!" laughed Randolph, as he waved his adieux.
He had much food for thought during his journey up to town, and somehow or other Sidney's slim gracefulness, her sweet vibrating voice, her eager shining eyes, haunted him. He carried away the impress of her personality with him, and also the lisping words of the child: "How high will you build? Up to heaven?"