“Oh, yes, she will. You do’ know ’er.”
“She promised me she wouldn’t.”
“She promis’, did she?”
“Gave her word she wouldn’t.”
“Gave ’er wor’, did she?”
He pondered over the fact.
“Tha’s fine!” he said. And after a few steps further, he nodded his head vigorously and repeated, “Tha’s fine! Good ol’ sport, mother; aw’ways keeps ’er word. Tha’s fine!”
In a few moments after, with the help of the ship’s doctor, Walter was sleeping blissfully in Richard’s room. Richard sat on a camp-stool and Geraldine sat on Richard’s berth.
“Seems comfty, doesn’t he?” Richard gazed with smiling interest at his charge and then looked into the face of Geraldine.
“Has mother been after him again?” she asked.