"Now open them again!"
And fresh holes were made: they were the most sunken eyes ever seen before Georgie was tired of the game. Next he must have ears, which were supposed to be concealed by the very heavy head of hair; and when the ears arrived, they were not worth having without ear-rings; but there the sculptor was nonplussed, and struck.
"All right," said Georgie, cheerfully; "then I'll carry it home without."
"What, run away directly it's done?"
The cold-blooded ingratitude of infancy was new to Carlton, as his hurt face was to Georgie, who eyed it with some compassion.
"All right," said he; "I'll stay a little bit if you like."
"And sit on my knee, Georgie."
"All right."
But there was no sentiment about Georgie to-day; it was mere magnanimity, and he showed it.
"Quite comfy, Georgie?"