“That will do! that will do, old man—let go! Speak to Dr. Spencer, my dear.”
Blanche did so demurely, and asked where was papa?
“Coming, as soon as he has been to Mrs. Larkins’s poor baby.”
“George Larkins has been here,” said Aubrey. “And I have finished ‘Vipera et lima’, Ethel, but Margaret makes such false quantities!”
“What is your name, youngster?” said Dr. Spencer, laying his hand on Aubrey’s head.
“Aubrey Spencer May,” was the answer.
“Hey day! where did you steal my name?” exclaimed Dr. Spencer, while Aubrey stood abashed at so mysterious an accusation.
“Oh!” exclaimed Blanche, seizing on Ethel, and whispering, “is it really the boy that climbed the market cross?”
“You see your fame lives here,” said Ethel, smiling, as Dr. Spencer evidently heard.
“He was a little boy!” said Aubrey indignantly, looking at the gray-haired man.