“The sweet child!” he exclaimed. “Johnnie, I can see that you are destined to spend a busy, useful and not uninteresting year.”
“Not I,” answered John. “I shan’t go near the little fool again. And Corliss can look somewhere else for a nurse for the precious kid.”
But David shook his head solemnly.
“That won’t do, Johnnie. You can’t shift responsibilities like that; you’ve got a duty to perform, my boy, and I shall see that you attend to it. You must make allowances for the poor child’s fiery Southern nature, and——”
“Fiery Southern fiddlesticks! Eat your dinner, man; we’re going in to the theatre.”
And they went. And David slept peacefully through three acts of a Pinero comedy and enjoyed it hugely.