Sir Walter smiled at his little daughter’s way of pleading her cause.
“It isn’t that you want a playfellow yourself, I suppose?” he questioned. “It’s all for Bertie’s sake, of course. Well, well, I’ll see about it. Yes, certainly, I have no objection to your playing together.”
So Queenie led Bertie away in triumph, saying as she did so,—
“There! I knew papa would let us be friends. Now you will have somebody to talk to when you are dull.”
If Miss Queenie had expected Bertie to be very much impressed by this favor, she was certainly doomed to be disappointed.
“I have somebody to talk to now,” he answered.
“Yes, but not anybody who is any fun,” answered Queenie, quickly. “Grown-up people are so dull.”
“I wasn’t thinking of anybody grown up.”
“Who were you thinking of then?” asked the little girl, regardless of grammar.
“I was thinking of David,” answered Bertie. “I go to see him every day.”