He marched out of the room.
"If it is a heavy trunk, missie," he said, turning round with his laughing eyes, "ye'll want about five men to hoist it on their shoulders."
"Well, that's easily done in a big place like this," he continued.
Margot gave a contented little sigh. Madam followed her son out of the room. She thought it well to lend a hand in the preparation of the wee colleen's supper.
When they were quite alone together, Margot turned and kissed The Desmond several times.
"You are my very own grand-dad," she said.
"Yes, push-keen, I am that," said he.
"I am so happy in your arms," continued Margot. "I'll tell you why. First, because you are so big; second, because you are so beautiful and old, and third because you belong to me."
Again she kissed the brown cheek; and the brown eyes of the man looked into the brown eyes of the child.