Meg was as quick as her word. She hurried out, and, in fifteen minutes hurried in, equipped for her ride. It was in less time than they supposed she could have effected her purchases.
Then she took Lenny in her arms, and prepared to follow the two gentlemen.
The whole party went down Blood Alley towards its outlet upon Bushe Lane.
Little Lenny laughed and patted Meg’s cheeks, and prattled all the way.
“Going to see Doosa, Met! Met going to see Doosa too! Lenny love Met! Lenny not leave Met! Met going to see Doosa!”
When they reached Bushe Lane, where the cab was waiting, the astute cabman, looking around upon the party, said to himself:
“There—I knew it! They’ve caught one on ’em; and what a young sinner to be the mother of a child that big!”
Everage put Meg and Lenny into the cab, and then followed with Alexander.
Lenny was still full of joyous babble.
“Wide in cawidge, Met! Met wide in cawidge too!” he kept saying, as he patted her cheeks and kissed her.