“I ’low,” he pursued, “that you wisht he was here this very minute.”
That the maid did!
“I ’low,” said “By-an’-by,” softly, lifting the child’s hands to his lips, “that you wisht the man in the kitchen was him.”
“No,” the maid answered, sharply.
“Ye doesn’t?”
“Ye bet ye—no!” said she.
“Eh?” gasped the bewildered Brown.
The maid sat upright and stiff in bed. “Oh, my!” she demanded, in alarm; “he isn’t, is he?”
“No!” said “By-an’-by” Brown.
“Sure?”