"Addie!"
"What is it, Papa?"
"Come here, come to me."
"I have my work to do."
"Come along, I want you."
The boy came.
"Come to me, here, on my lap. Perhaps it is the last time, Addie, that I shall take you on my knee. You are my little boy still; and presently, presently perhaps you will be a big son to me, with whom I shall discuss things ... and who will no longer sit on my lap."
He sat down on his father's knee:
"What is it?" he asked, quietly, sensibly.
"I am going to tell you, Addie."