"When you are well would you like to live with me? I want a little girl about the house."
"What for? You have lots and lots of people to do things for you."
Mr. Waldron sighed. "I would like somebody to do things without being paid for their work."
"Oh, I understand," replied Sophy. "Well, I'll see how my leg turns out, and if father thinks you a nice old man—of course it will all depend on father."
"Confound it! I forgot the father!"
"You mustn't say naughty words, Mr. Sir," remonstrated Sophy, shaking a forefinger at him. "And you mustn't speak horrid of my father; I love him."
"Could you Love me?"
Old Mr. Waldron regarded her wistfully. "Do you think you could love me, Sophy?"
The child eyed him critically.
"I like you in bits," she replied. "But perhaps the good bits may spread, then I should like you very much."