"Endecott," said Faith softly,—"shall we go and see them?"
"Yes, of course. What's your name, child?"
"My name's Bob Tuck."
Mr. Linden looked at him.
"How comes it that you and Dromy are no more alike?" he said.
"Mother says Dromy aint like nothin' I be."
"Well Bob Tuck," said Mr. Linden smiling, "have you got a broom at home?"
"There's two old ones."
"Then if you will go home and sweep the floor as well as you can, with the two old brooms, and set the table, I'll bring this lady to see you and we'll carry the basket—(which means, Princess, that I will!)—and you can let the blackberries hang on till they get ripe. Do you understand?"
"If I'll sweep the floor, you'll fetch the basket?" said Bob.