"Father thought of it," Una told him complacently. "I asked him to think of a verse, because I knew he would be more likely to think of a good one than I should. I shall tell him what you say about it."
"I have never seen your father except in church on Sundays," Mr. Norris remarked.
"Why don't you come to see him, Granfer? He would be very pleased if you did, I am sure; but you see he has not much time for visiting, that's what he always tells people; he has so much work to do."
"Painting?" queried the old man.
"Yes. He is at home this morning; but generally when it is fine, he is out-of-doors, because he is painting a picture of a little bit of the wood at the back of our garden. It is to be called 'A May Morning,' and it looks as though you could pick the hawthorn and the bluebells! Oh! it will be a lovely picture when it is finished," Una declared with enthusiasm. "I am sure he will show it to you, if you would care to see it!"
"I should not like to intrude," the old man said gravely; "but I should much like to know your father."
"I will tell him what you say!"
"It is possible he may have met my son. I could explain to him what David was like!"
"David!" cried Una. "How strange! Father's name is David too!"
"Is it, indeed?" Granfer's voice was full of interest. "I suppose there are hundreds of Davids in the world!" he added.