“Ess, I do! But I want see Doosa!”
“Look at me, my darling! Come to me! I will take you to Doosa directly!” pleaded Alexander, holding out his arms and gazing earnestly in the face of his son.
Now little Lenny had been deceived by fair but false promises, and his faith was failing. But there was an earnest truthfulness in the looks and words of the man that now carried conviction to the heart of the child. His face lightened, beamed, became transfigured with ecstasy:
“You tate me see Doosa? You tate me now?” he joyously exclaimed.
“Yes, my darling, now this moment! Come to me,” said Alexander, still holding out his arms.
Lenny bounded into them.
“Oh, sir! you will not take him from me! It would break my heart! he is all I have to love in the world, all that loves me! I would work my fingers to the bones, I would for him! Please, sir, don’t take him away!” cried Meg, lifting the corner of her apron to her eyes.
“I must take him to his mother, my girl. She too is pining for him,” said Alexander, kindly.
“Oh, Lenny, you won’t leave me! You won’t leave poor Met?” she wept, appealing to the child.
“No! no! no!” said Master Leonard, peremptorily. “Not leave Met! Met go too! Met go too! Met go too!”