The butler stroked his chin as the cabman carried the clothes-box into the house and put it down near the dining-room door; then he brought in the play-box, and after that he wiped his forehead with a large red handkerchief and climbed up to his seat again.
'Good-bye,' said Miss Roberts, putting away her watch and taking Jimmy's hand.
'I wish you would take me too,' answered Jimmy rather tearfully.
'I can't do that,' she said, 'and I am sure you will be very happy with your aunt.'
Jimmy felt quite sure he shouldn't be happy, and he certainly did not look very happy as Miss Roberts was driven away in the cab; and when he saw it turn the corner, he felt more lonely than he had ever felt before.
'Well, this is a nice kettle of fish,' said the butler.
'Is it?' asked Jimmy, not understanding in the least what he meant.
'I wonder what Miss Morton will say about it?' cried Jones.
'What do you think she'll say?' asked Jimmy, staring up at the butler's face.
'Well,' was the answer, 'you had better come indoors, anyhow,' and Jimmy entered the house and stood leaning against his clothes-box, whilst Jones shut the street door.