"You ain't well, are you?" was Leander's first question.
"Pretty well, thank you. How is it with you?"
"Tip-top. I say, where's Devil? Is he alive?"
"Very much alive. We take him everywhere."
"That so? Wish you'd give him to me."
"I will."
"Golly! Will you?" The boy jumped on one foot, and then on the other. "I'll go back with you after him. But mebby you'll bring him?"
"No. You may take him."
Leander screwed up one eye and contemplated Lawrence on the rock before him.
"I will. Say, you married Prue, didn't you?"