He looked down at me with sudden enlightenment.
"Rhoda!" he cried, uncertainly. "It's not our Rhoda? She was a baby."
"But babies grow in five years," Evelyn replied, in a laughing tone.
He stooped lower and drew me to him.
"Whatever I promised I will do," he said, emphatically. "If you wanted the whole world I would give it to you to-day!"
He threw off the long yellow cloak that was wrapped about him and did something to his face. In a moment he was just a man like other men, and had me upon his shoulder. Somehow it seemed to me that I had been on his shoulder before when the floor was farther away.
"Almost too big for the old perch," he said, with a laugh that was half merry and half tremulous.
"Oh, don't forget her doll!" Evelyn cried.
She came a little closer to him so that she could whisper.