“He is. He doesn’t drink or smoke,—just like Father, you know,” said Betsey.
“I should know that to look at him,” said Dr. Lawrence. “And what a pretty little wife he has, to be sure!”
“Here come the children, William,” cried Betsey in Mrs. Delight’s sweet voice.
“Yes, yes, my dear!” boomed Dr. Lawrence hastily, taking a tiny Dutch boy and a Kewpie doll out of his pocket. “I found two more poor children, Edith, and brought them along. They live in the alley!”
“O lovely!” said Betsey, admiring the Kewpie’s white fur suit. “Let’s show them the tree the very first thing.”
“DINNER AM SERVED, SAH,” DRAWLED DR. LAWRENCE, POKING DINAH’S HEAD BETWEEN THE PINK PORTIÈRES
And as the children stood speechless around the tree, Betsey and her playmate untied parcel after parcel, introduced the Dutch boy to his new sled, and laughed to hear Dumpling growl at the rocking-horse.
“Dinner am served, sah,” drawled Dr. Lawrence, poking Dinah’s head between the pink portières.
“Get into line, then, children,” giggled Betsey, “and march into the dining-room.”