All was natural, now; but the good woman still looked a little uneasy about it. “My eyesight’s getting bad,” she said, “but I see you now, my darlings! You’ll give me a kiss, wo’n’t you?”
Bruno got behind me, in a moment: however Sylvie put up her face, to be kissed, as representative of both, and we all went in together.
CHAPTER V.
MATILDA JANE.
“Come to me, my little gentleman,” said our hostess, lifting Bruno into her lap, “and tell me everything.”
“I ca’n’t,” said Bruno. “There wouldn’t be time. Besides, I don’t know everything.”
The good woman looked a little puzzled, and turned to Sylvie for help. “Does he like riding?” she asked.
“Yes, I think so,” Sylvie gently replied. “He’s just had a ride on Nero.”
“Ah, Nero’s a grand dog, isn’t he? Were you ever outside a horse, my little man?”
“Always!” Bruno said with great decision. “Never was inside one. Was oo?”
Here I thought it well to interpose, and to mention the business on which we had come, and so relieved her, for a few minutes, from Bruno’s perplexing questions.