“Rather curious,” said Major Desmond at last, nodding towards Boy, and speaking softly as if he were in church, “how he seems to like those fanciful things!”
Miss Letty smiled.
“Boy!”
Boy looked up with a start.
“Do you like the picture-book?”
Boy gave no answer in words. He merely nodded and placed one dumpy hand on the “Cross of Angels,” to keep the place. Suddenly, however, he found voice. He had turned over a few more pages, though still careful not to lose the picture he had selected as his favourite, when he stopped and exclaimed breathlessly,—
“Boy bin there!”
The Major, with remarkable alertness, went down on the floor beside him and looked over his golden head.
“Boy been there! Nonsense! What! In that wonderful garden, with all those flowers and trees and lovely angels flying about! Boy couldn’t get there if he tried!”
Boy looked at him with solemnly reproachful eyes.