"I seen him!" said Georgie.
"I was only doing so,"—and Sam, throwing his head to one side, winked with his left eye and looked up at the ceiling with the other.
"What did you do that for?" asked Mr. Royden, beginning to feel irritated again.
"I was thinking how the old goose does when she thinks it's going to rain," replied Sam, performing the operation again, to the amusement of the children.
Mr. Royden smiled.
"Haven't you anything else to do but to watch the old goose?" he asked, pleasantly. "How about that pillow?"
"O, that's fixed! I'm going to sleep on it to-night, to try it."
"Hepsy,"—Mr. Royden seemed just to have discovered that she was not at the table,—"there's room for you. Why don't you sit down?"
"O, she'd just as lief wait and tend the baby," said Mrs. Royden.
"But the baby is still."