"I'm glad it's yours, miss," said he, very quickly, "because I'd rather make it pretty for you than for any one else. Please may I look at it?"
"You'd better see me use it," said Jenny, getting up. "See, this is the way—hoppety-kickety-peg-peg-peg! Not graceful, is it?"
"Why, it seems to me that you hardly want it at all," said Sloppy, very kindly.
The little dressmaker sat down again and gave the crutch to him, thanking him with that soft voice and that better look that gave her a kind of beauty all her own. He measured the handle on his sleeve, and then gently laid the crutch down.
"It would be a real pleasure to me, miss, to fix it. I've heard that you can sing beautiful, and a song would pay me any time a deal better'n money."
"You're a very kind young man, and I accept your offer," said the little creature, with a smile. "I suppose he won't mind," she added, thoughtfully; and then, tossing her head, "if he does mind, why, he may, that's all."
"Meaning him you call your godmother, miss?" Sloppy asked.
"No, no—him, him, him," said Jenny, with an odd, amused look at Sloppy's wonder.
"Him, him, him," repeated Sloppy, staring.