He whistled two exceedingly sharp notes and plunged his hands into his pockets, where he scrunched up his keys and some loose change.
CHAPTER V
"The liberal soul shall be made fat."—The Bible.
"Well! well! well!"
Sir Jonathan walked over to the child and knelt down beside her as the maid rose and straightened her crumpled apron.
"Let me have the doggie, darling!"
"No!—no!—no! I—I love him. He's all soft and cuddley. I want to hold him for jus' a little, little longer!"
The child's voice was shrill with excitement as she pulled back from the encircling arms, her lips quivering, her eyes staring distractedly first at the younger man then at the dog.
"Would you like to have Jingles, kiddie?"
The change in the child's face was electrifying, and Sir Jonathan, rising with his eyes fixed upon her, touched his son's arm to draw his attention to it.