At that moment the professor came in. When he saw Ernest sitting in Chester’s lap, he stopped short in astonishment.
“This is strange,” he said.
“Isn’t it, uncle? Chester seems to fascinate my little cousin. No sooner did he enter the room than Ernest ran up to him, kissed his hand, and caressed him.”
“I can’t explain it,” said the professor, “but Chester seems to have a wonderful influence over my poor boy. I never saw him look so happy or contented before.”
All this while Ernest continued to stroke Chester’s cheek and his hair, and regarded him with looks of fond affection.
“I am afraid Ernest annoys you,” said the professor.
“No; I am glad he likes me. I never had a little brother. I think I should enjoy having one.”
“If he could only be always like this,” said the professor, regretfully.
Just then Margaret entered. She was the nurse, who had constant charge of Ernest. She paused on the threshold, and her looks showed her surprise.
“Ernest has found a friend, Margaret,” said the professor.