Leo bit his lips, and nodded, smiling.
"How long have you been home, Uncle Leo?" the boy asked.
"About a month. Paulchen," he answered.
"And why haven't you been to see us?" he asked again. "When my other papa was alive you used to come every day."
"I have had no time, Paulchen."
"But you will come soon?"
"When I can, of course, Paulchen."
A proud smile now beamed on the boy's thin face, the short crooked brows of which had been working nervously up and down.
"But I shan't be at home when you come," he said, putting his hands in his pockets. "I am going to school."
Leo gasped. "To school? Where?"