“How is it that you understand, you quaint little boy?”
“Sorry people always understand, and I feel to love you! Will you come to Yorkshire too? We should be such nice company.”
The man seemed to consider; then he said:
“It’s a long way. I’m afraid we shouldn’t get there by candle-light. You’d be very tired, and your shoes would be quite worn out.”
“Couldn’t you carry me a bit sometimes? Daddy does when I’m very tired.”
“Well, I might do that; but even then we shouldn’t get there to-day. How is it you are here all alone?”
The man seemed waking up, and waited quite anxiously for Bunchy’s answer.
“Well, you see, Nana was busy sewing, and I was lonely wivout Pussy, so I thought I’d walk to Yorkshire just to see her.”
“Suppose you come to lunch with me instead. It’s not so far as Yorkshire; still, it’s a good way, and we’ll go and tell Nana you’re coming, then she won’t be anxious. I don’t think Pussy would like you to walk all that way to-day. She’ll come back as soon as she can, you may be quite sure. Will you come? We’d be nice company, as you say.”
Bunchy looked up into the man’s eyes; then he slid off his knee, saying: