“Thank you.”
“You dot itty boy home?”
“No, I’ve got no little boy at home; but I have got six little girls.”
“Sit itty dirl? Me habben dot itty dirl home.”
“Haven’t you? what a pity!”
“You bin you itty dirl hee me?”
“Yes, I’ll bring my little girls to see you,” said the poor gentleman, turning away from the child with some emotion, and beginning to talk with Pina,—who was looking on and smiling with proud delight at the bright intelligence and gracious manners of her little charge.
“He is a very fine little fellow, nurse,” said Everage.
“Yes, sir, lots of ladies and gentlemen, who stop to speak to him, say the same,” answered Pina, gazing with satisfaction upon her little Lenny.
“And he is very like his father,” pursued Everage.