He turned then to his son.
'Mort,' said he, 'I haven’t kissed a little boy like that since you were just so high.'
Mr. Pegg laughed and shivered, and they went off quite amiably, arm in arm, Mrs. Pegg following, muttering to herself.
Mrs. Handsomebody looked disparagingly at the treasure. 'Mary Ellen,' she ordered, 'help the children to gather up that rubbish, and come in at once! Such an hour it is!'
Mary Ellen, with many exclamations, assisted in the removal of the treasure to our bedroom. Mrs. Handsomebody, after seeing it deposited there, and us safely under the bedclothes, herself extinguished the gas.
'I shall write to your father,' she said, severely, 'and tell him the whole circumstance. Then we shall see what is to be done with you, and with the treasure.'
With this veiled threat she left us. We snuggled our little bodies together. We were cold.
'I’ll write to father myself, to-morrow, an’ ’splain everything,' I announced.
'D’ you know,' mused Angel, 'I b’lieve I’ll be a pirate, ’stead of a civil engineer like father. I b’lieve there’s more in it.'
'I’ll be an engineer just the same,' said I.