But Peter put his head down upon the table, and began to cry, for his heart was very sore for Dickory.
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However, in the end even Peter was comforted. When next the children saw Dickory she was beautifully dressed, she
had a grand nurse all to herself, and two splendid nurseries entirely at her own disposal. The grand nurse said that she was a most refined baby, that she must have very good blood in her veins, for she had such a ‘haristocratic way.’
The grand nurse felt rather inclined to look down upon Peter and Flossy Franklin, but not so Dickory herself. Out went her baby arms, dimples came into her baby face, and with a crow of rapture she nestled up into Peter’s embrace.
‘Eh, but she’s a ’cute young ’un,’ he said with his slow smile.
And somehow after that he was comforted. He felt that it would have been wrong of him to stand in the way of such a brilliant lot for his darling.
Flossy and he went back to the attic, which was no longer at all a cheerful apartment. They did not, however, spend
so much of their time there as formerly, for Mr Martin had taken a fancy to the children, and they often now spent their evenings with him.
On these occasions he was often seen to regard them both with a puzzled look on his somewhat testy but still kind-hearted face.