“No, young gentleman, he is my grandson,” was the answer, “he is the only one alive of all my family, and I am to him as father and mother, and nurse and playmate. Am I not, Robby?”
“Yes, grandfather,” answered the child, looking up affectionately at the old man, “I do not want any one to play with but you.”
“Would you not like a ride in our little carriage?” asked Fanny. “As soon as my shoes and stockings are dry I shall be happy to draw you.”
Robby nodded his head, and came near to Fanny.
“Would you not like to go out and play with the young gentleman?” asked the old man.
“I do not want him,” said Norman haughtily; “I am not accustomed to play with little brats of that sort.”
“Oh, Norman, how can you say that?” exclaimed Fanny, very much annoyed.
“Is he your brother, young lady?” asked the old man, looking with a pitying eye on Norman, but not at all angry.
“Yes,” said Fanny.
“I should not have thought it. There is a wide difference between you, I see.”