'She didn't drag me,' said the boy; 'I walked.'
'You need not have walked then, Master Dignity.'
'Poor nursie couldn't go without me,' said Alwyn, 'and sister says there's a blessing on those that go.'
'A blessing? eh! and what idea does that little head entertain of a blessing?' said Mr. Egremont.
Alwyn lifted his soft brown eyes reverently and said, 'It is something good,' speaking, as he always did, in a baby lisp inimitable here.
'Well?'
'And it comes from God.'
'Well, what is it? Can you see it?'
'No'—he looked in perplexity towards Nuttie, who was in agony all the time, lest there should be a scoff that might remain in the child's mind.
'Never mind sister. Can you feel it?'