“Come back,” cried Ben, “if you want to hear the rest. Go on, Dave.”
“Wait for me,” roared Joel, skipping back. “Have you read any more, Dave?” he cried anxiously.
“No,” said Davie, “I haven’t read a bit more.”
They all held their breath to catch every word, and Davie began.—Page [490].
“Well, I want to tell you how kind dear Mr. King is. (He wants me to call him Grandpapa.) He has a music teacher for me. Just think, I’m really going to learn to play on the piano—really and truly! Oh, Davie, I was almost afraid to touch the piano, it is so magnifesent (I haven’t spelled that right I know) but Grandpapa said I must not feel that way, so I don’t now, for of course if I were afraid of the piano, I never could learn to play.
“And oh—little Dick is too cunning for anything. Phronsie would like to play with him.”
“I should,” said Phronsie, smoothing down her pinafore, “very much indeed.”
“Oh, and Prince, this morning, when Jasper asked him if he didn’t want to send his love to Phronsie, said just as plain as could be, ‘Bark—Bark!’”
Phronsie screamed so with delight that it was some time before Davie could go on.