"No," sighed the boy, screwing about on the one thin thigh; "I think it's only a little comfy."
"That better?"
And, the other leg being slipped under his small person, Georgie said it was.
"Are you sure, Georgie, that you want to take that head home at all?"
"Course I are," said Georgie, decidedly. "I must take it, you see; course I must."
Carlton was again tormented by the ignoble inclination which he had overcome by impulse rather than by will at the last interview. Was a child of four too young to keep a secret? If only this one could be induced to go and come back, and back, and back, without ever saying a word to anybody! The proposition had shamed him before; and did now; but the new love within him was stronger than his shame.
"You wouldn't show it," suggested Carlton, "to your grandfather, would you?"
"Course I'll show it to him," said Georgie, for whom the stipulation was too oblique.
"But he'll be angry!"
"Course he won't," said Georgie, more superior than ever, and with the air of one who does not care to argue any more.