"I'm sorry to leave Briggs," he said, as we went downstairs hand in hand; "but I am dreffully, dreffully sorry to leave my Granny."
"Will I never come back to her again?" he asked, wistfully.
"Why, of course you will," I said, encouragingly.
"But I don't want to go 'way from her," he remarked sadly.
"You'll be a good boy, though," I said, "and not cry, or you will make her unhappy."
"Yes, I'll be the goodest boy," he promised me fervently, "and I won't make my Granny unhappy; not a little, tiny bit."
But when he saw her looking so sad his resolution somewhat failed, and, standing by her side, he gazed up into her face with his great eyes full of tears—eyes like violets with the dew upon them.
Suddenly, however, he brightened up, and turned to leave the room.
"Hulloa! where are you off to?" cried Uncle Godfrey. "The dog-cart will be round in a minute, and you'll be nowhere to be found."
"I want to get something for my Granny; I want to get something very badly for her," he said eagerly as he paused; "and it's in my coat, and it's outside, where I put it, with your greatcoat in the hall."