“Come, let us go to my room and have some tea,” said Drusilla, rising and leading the way, followed by the old man with the child over his shoulder.
“This is snug, this is cozy, this is really very comfortable indeed,” said the General, as he followed Drusilla into the pretty, cheerful sitting-room and saw the bright fire and the neat tea-table.
“Yes, this is pleasant after our day of excitement. Now kiss little Leonard good-night and let him go to sleep,” said Drusilla, as she rang her little silver hand-bell.
Pina came in to take little Leonard, who leaped to meet her arms, for he was very fond of her.
General Lyon pressed the babe to his bosom and kissed him fondly, and then handed him over to his nurse, who bore him off to the nursery.
Then Marcy came in with the tea urn.
Drusilla made tea for the old gentleman.
The sound of Pina’s rocking-chair and cradle-song came soothingly to their ears, as to the child’s for which they were intended.
“This is very sweet and peaceful, dear, and I thank you for it all,” said the General, softly smiling.
“No, but, dear uncle, it is all your own; and it is I who should thank you for the happiness of sharing it,” quietly replied Drusilla.