The child obeyed at once. His eyes, however, were longingly fixed upon the book of engravings.
"Perhaps you would like to have a look at these?" Mr. Waddington suggested.
Alfred held out his hands eagerly.
"Thank you very much," he said. "It is very kind of you. I am very fond of this sort of picture."
Burton took Mr. Waddington by the arm and led him out into the warehouse.
"Whose child is that?" the latter demanded curiously.
"Mine," Burton groaned. "Can you guess what has happened?"
Mr. Waddington looked puzzled.
"You remember the day I went down to Garden Green? You gave me two beans to give to Ellen and the child. It was before we knew that their action was not permanent."
"I remember quite well," Mr. Waddington confessed.