“My dear Johnny! No, no!”
“Yes, that fire-screen will be just the thing.”
“No, no, thank you, John. I am willing to believe that you are very strong.”
“There! This lamp will do.”
A little firm brown hand had already seized upon the big lamp.
Uncle Isaac roused up. “No, no, my boy! Let go the lamp! Let go instantly!”
“Well, if you don’t want me to show you. But really, if my little finger were only big enough, I could lift the lamp just with that.”
Johnny shook the brown little finger almost in Uncle Isaac’s face.
“Why, what have you done to your face, John? You have a big scratch there.”
“Oh, that? Well, that’s—that’s nothing.”