“You dot no bonnet?” he inquired compassionately.
“No, my pretty little angel, I’ve got no bonnet.”
“Den you have Lenny hat—Doosa div Lenny more hat. Put on, put on!” he exclaimed, impatiently seizing his beautiful and costly cap, and trying to decorate with it the horrible head of the old hag.
He was permitted to complete his purpose, to the unbounded mirth of the group who all burst into loud laughter at the ludicrous effect produced.
When this ebullition had somewhat subsided, Lenny bestowed his sash upon Meg, his tiny pocket-handkerchief on one man, and his little gloves on another; and then he said, with an air of relief:
“Now, dat all—Lenny dot no more div! Now Lenny want do home see Doosa.”
He said this with so much confidence, yet with so much uneasiness and longing that they all pitied him. The old woman asked:
“Who is Doosa, my little angel?”
“Doosa id Doosa—Lenny Doosa—Lenny pretty Mamma Doosa.”
“His mother,” said one of the men, in a low voice.