David glanced at Dr. Lavendar as though for advice; then got up and climbed on to Mrs. Richie's knee, keeping an eye on the apple that bobbed against the grate and sizzled.
"Will you make me a little visit, dear?"
David sighed. "I seem to visit a good deal; I'd like to belong somewhere."
"Oh, you will, one of these days," Dr. Lavendar assured him.
"I'd like to belong to you," David said thoughtfully.
Dr. Lavendar beamed, and looked proudly at Mrs. Richie.
"Because," David explained, "I love Goliath."
"Oh," said Dr. Lavendar blankly.
"It's blackening on one side," David announced, and slid down from Mrs.
Richie's knee to set the apple spinning again.
"The red cheek is beginning to crack," said Dr. Lavendar, deeply interested; "smells good, doesn't it, Mrs. Richie?"