"I know. It's—great!"
Bert blew out his breath loudly, mopped his forehead. He could look at
Freddy now, and he saw a face all aglow with love and pride.
"When she comin' to get me, Bert?" the child asked confidently.
"Why—why, Freddy—now—you—-"
Bert could only flounder and look dismayed.
"She ain't goin' off an' leave me!" wailed the child.
"Now, lissen! Say, wait a minute! Lissen!"
"But, Bert! Bert! She—"
"Say, don't you wanna help Florette, now she's got this gran' bookin' an' all?"
"Sure I do, Bert. I wanna he'p her with her quick changes like I useter."