“Just Horatio!” piped up little Alice, who was sitting on the rug at the old gentleman’s feet, gently pulling Rollo’s long-suffering ears.
“Yes,” said Mr. Thomas Crosby; “we have always been proud of the name.”
Then Di, perceiving a slight unsteadiness in the voice in which this was said, stepped behind her grandfather’s chair, and, dropping a small kiss on the top of his head, looked across at her father, and exclaimed:
“Oh, Papa! To think of our having bagged a grandfather!”
