“How is your leg?” she asked, in an attempt to divert the boy’s attention and to conceal her own feeling.
“Say. Did youse know dey done it up in plaster, so dat it’s stiff as a bat?” responded the youngster, eagerly. “Wish de udder kids could see it, for dey’ll never believe it w’en Ise tells ’em. I’ll show it to youse if youse want?” he offered, in his joy over the novelty.
“I saw it put on,” said Constance. “Don’t you remember?”
“Why, cert! Ise remembers now dat—” A sudden change came over the boy’s face. “Wheer’s dem cloes youse promised me?” he demanded.
“Oh, I entirely forgot—”
“Ah, forgit youse mudder! Youse a peach, oin’t youse?” contemptuously broke in the child.
Miss Durant and Dr. Armstrong both burst out laughing.
“Youse t’ink youse a smarty, but Ise know’d de hull time it wuz only a big bluff dat youse wuz tryin’ to play on me, an’ it didn’t go wid me, nah!” went on the youngster, in an aggrieved tone.
“Isn’t he perfectly incorrigible?” sighed Constance.
“Ise oin’t,” denied the boy, indignantly. “Deyse only had me up onct.”