Now was Eean's time. He took Mrs. Fielding's letter from his pocket and placed it in the boy's hand.
"It is very good of her," was all the poet said as he did so.
Eean watched him as he read. Sometimes Fred's colour heightened, and sometimes his pupils dilated, as if he saw not the letter before him.
"What, daddy, leave you and Mammy Mop and Toddie and Tippetty—and my books? Oh, Daddy Pop!"
"And what have you done about it, Pop?" he added.
"Mop and I talked hours about it; then we prayed to the Good God, Fred."
"What did the Good God say, Daddy Pop?"
"He bade me leave it all to you, dear lad."
"Ha! ha!" laughed the boy. "I'm so glad."
Then a funny notion came into his mind, which he proceeded at once to put into execution.