“What are you doing with my cart?” exclaimed Norman, turning to Robby.
He was not in a good humour, he considered that old Alec ought to have given a bird to him as well as to Fanny, and was inclined to vent his ill-feeling on poor little Robby. Robby, who did not understand that he was angry, without replying, taking out the two apples which he had put back into the carriage, held them up to Norman wishing to offer them to him.
“Where did you get those from?” exclaimed Norman.
“I thought you would like to have them, young master,” said Robby, “I brought them back for you.”
Norman instead of saying that he was much obliged, not wishing at the moment to eat any fruit and feeling very angry, knocked them out of the little boy’s hands.
Robby was too much astonished even to offer to pick them up as they lay on the ground.
“I am tired of waiting for that old man,” said Norman, taking the pole of the carriage; “Fanny come along.”
Fanny was too much occupied with her bird to hear him, and Norman began to drag off the carriage.
Robby thinking that he had no business to run off with it, on the impulse of the moment seized the hinder part of it, and attempted to stop him.
“Please don’t go away, young master, till grandfather comes back,” he said, “he wants to go with you. Miss Fanny, O Miss Fanny, won’t you tell your brother to stop?”