“You dot funny, flippety-floppety hair,” said she.
“Well, anyway, hold your foot still, won’t you?” he entreated.
Ross saw, then, that Eddy was trying to put the child’s socks on, and getting no intelligent coöperation from her.
“What are you doing that for?” he asked.
Eddy sprang to his feet like a cat. He looked at Ross, and Ross looked at him, and the little girl lay back on the bed and began jouncing up and down.
“Well,” Eddy replied, slowly, “if you really want to know, it was me brought her here, and now I’m goin’ to take her away again; that’s all.”
Once more Ross was conscious of a disarming pity for the boy. He thought he had never seen a human creature who looked so unhappy.
“Look here, Eddy!” he remarked. “Who is she, anyhow?”
“Her?” said Eddy. “Why, what does it matter?”
Ross was silent for a moment.