“How can you say that, you stupid boy? Is he not like his father?”
“No, mum! not the leastest little bit in life! He is like nobody but you,” persisted the lad, doggedly.
“Leo, you are a mole! You have no eyes! Now go down to your mother, and tell her to make you comfortable.”
“Thank you, ma’am. I am so glad to see you so well, ma’am, with such a fine-looking baby. I am so thankful as you don’t take on about thinks like you used to do,” replied the lad.
“I am so much better and stronger now, Leo. But go and give my message to your mother.”
Leo bowed and left the room.
“So Alick has sold Cedarwood,” said Anna.
“Yes.”
“What a wretch!”
“Please, Anna—-”