Anna looked at him, quizzically.
“I am not quite sure that I have got it, or ever had it; but I am quite certain about the corn. Now, ain’t you going to speak to Dick?”
“Dick! Certainly; how do you do, my dear boy? A hundred welcomes home!” exclaimed the General, releasing Anna from his embrace, and turning to greet the “unlucky dog.”
Dick was then in the act of tossing his godson high in his arms, until he made him laugh and crow aloud, and then looking him solemnly in the face, and saying:
“I am your godfather, sir. Treat me with more respect, and don’t be taking me for your equals!”
Now he turned his bright face, and held out his eager hand to receive his uncle’s clasp, saying:
“I am very glad to get home, sir, and gladder still to see you.”
Anna had gone to embrace Drusilla.
“How happy I am to see you again!” she said.
“And I you,” answered Drusa, smiling.