“Ma’am, I don’t think Mrs. Hammond or Mr. Dick, or the General knows of Mr. Alick being about. If they ask me who gave Master Lenny the whistle, am I to tell?”
“Certainly, Pina.”
Drusilla was interrupted by a rap at the door. The voice of Anna without called:
“Grandpa and Dick have returned, and the carriage is waiting, Drusa. Are you ready?”
“Quite ready, dear,” answered Drusilla, hastily tying on her bonnet, and then going out and joining Anna.
They went to the drawing-room, Drusilla leading Lenny who was shrilly blowing upon his whistle.
“Miserabile! Young gentleman, that will not do. The other guests will lay complaints and the proprietor will give us warning,” exclaimed General Lyon.
“Who gave Lenny that?” inquired Dick.
“Man, man in tware give Lenny dat,” said the imp, taking the instrument of torture from his lips to reply, and then putting back and puffing out his cheeks to blow an ear-piercing blast.
“Christopher Columbus! that will never do. ‘Man in the square.’ What man gave the child such a nuisance as that? Was it Spencer, or any of our people?” demanded the General.