Cecilia was gathering herself for another offensive when the door opened and Christopher came in.
We looked at him and he paused in embarrassment.
"What are you all looking at me for?" he asked, smiling uneasily; "I haven't done anything."
"He belongs to me," said Cecilia suddenly.
"He belongs to me," said John with decision.
Christopher knows his parents fairly well. "Whatever are you doing?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Come here," said John.
Christopher advanced and stood between his mother and his father.
"I don't know what I'm inspected to do," he said.
"Christopher," said John, "to whom do you belong—to your mother or to me? Think well, my child."