“What do you suppose? Guess?”
“You have found out who he is!”
“Not exactly.”
“You have seen him!”
“Well, yes.”
“Have you met him,—spoken with him?”
I nodded.
“Oh, do tell us all about it!”
“There is not much to tell. Just this moment, on my way here, I came upon Laura and her nurse and the Don standing at the corner. Laura did not observe me till I was close to her, but, as soon as she did, she ran up and took hold of my hand, and said, pointing straight at the Don, ‘He’s the one what gives me the candy;’ and, immediately releasing my hand, she ran up and seized that of the so-called Don Miff, and, looking up into his face, said, ‘That ain’t Uncle Mr. Whacker. That’s Mr. Fat Whacker. He’s the one what’—” And I paused.
“Oh, please go on!” cried Alice and Mary; while Lucy colored slightly.