"But—why!"
"Well, you see, it doesn't rest with me—altogether, my Porges."
"Then who—" he was beginning, but Anthea's soft voice interrupted him.
"Georgy dear, didn't Prudence send you to tell us that breakfast was ready?"
"Oh yes! I was forgetting,—awfull' silly of me wasn't it! But you are going to stay—Oh a long, long time, aren't you, Uncle Porges?"
"I sincerely hope so!" answered Bellew. Now as he spoke, his eyes,—by the merest chance in the world, of course,—happened to meet Anthea's, whereupon she turned, and slipped on her sunbonnet which was very natural, for the sun was growing hot already.
"I'm awful' glad!" sighed Small Porges, "an' Auntie's glad too,—aren't you Auntie?"
"Why—of course!" from the depths of the sunbonnet.
"'Cause now, you see, there'll be two of us to take care of you. Uncle
Porges is so nice an' big, and—wide, isn't he, Auntie?"
"Y-e-s,—Oh Georgy!—what are you talking about?"