Her face shone. She looked as if she could hug us both from gratitude.
"I've got a doll at home whose name is Amy," I announced, bashfully, trying to make conversation.
"That you have," the woman agreed, heartily. "And without doubts you'll be bringing it for my little girl to see."
"I'll bring her to-morrow," I promised.
"Do you hear that, Amy?" the mother commented, happily.
"And I've got a horse named Alcibiades," Dick added, in his turn. "He's got red nostrils and a bushy tail. He prances. Like this."
He gave a spirited portrayal of Alcibiades all around the room, ending with a great whinny of delight.
"Would you let wee Amy take a ride on the pretty horse?" the mother inquired, persuasively.
"Yes," Dick promised, with eager gallantry. "Dozens and dozens of rides."