“Silly Billy.”
“Oh, then I'm afraid you can't do much to help me.”
“Oh yes, I can, because—”
“Because what?”
“Because I like you.”
“Well, that's lucky, any way.”
“Billy can catch trout when nobody else can,” said the youngster, turning his eyes proudly up to Henry's.
“Oh, indeed! But you see that is not exactly what the doctor wants us for.”
“Nay; he's wrapped up in trout. If it wasn't for Billy and the trout, he'd die right off.”
Henry turned a look of silent pity on the boy, and left him in his pleasing illusion. He wondered that Dr. Amboyne should have tacked this biped on to him.