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The scuttle-door stood open; from above, the pink light streamed in and lay on the rungs of the ladder. "I did go up that ladder once," soliloquized Dick. "Papa took me. It was velly nice up there. I wiss Papa would take me again. Mally, she said it was dangewous. I wonder why she said it was dangewous? Mally's a very funny girl, I think. She didn't ought to put me to bed so early.
Ten minutes later, as she was tying her bonnet strings, she heard him calling from the top of the stairs. "What is it, Dickie?" "I'm not a goose. Goosies has feathers. They say 'quack." "You're the kind that hasn't feathers and doesn't say quack," replied Mally from below. "No, darling, you're not a goose; you're Mally's good boy. Now, run back to bed."
Dickie cast a rueful look at his own guilty thumb as he thought this. "I wouldn't like that! But I'd like very much indeed to buzz and tickle Mally's nose when she was twying to sew. She'd slap and slap, and not hit me, and I'd buzz and tickle. How I'd laugh! But perhaps flies don't know how to laugh, only just to buzz. "'Pretty, curious, buzzy fly. That's what my book says."
The speaker sat up and juggled dexterously with a cake of soap, a sponge and a tooth-brush. "I'm getting rather good at this My word, look at Mally's shaving outfit. One would think he was a sort of Esau 'stead of only having to shave once a blooming week!" "Are you going to shave, Mally?" queried a voice across the flat. "Because I'm not sure I shouldn't be better for a bit of a scrape myself.
The pink glow was all gone now, and Dick shifted his position. "I wiss I could go to sleep," he thought. "It isn't nice at all to be up here and not have any playthings. Mally's gone, else she'd get me something to amoose myself with. I'd like my dwum best. It's under the hall table, I guess. P'waps if I went down I could get it." As this idea crossed his mind, Dickie popped quickly out of bed.
"I wiss you didn't want me to go," urged Dick, but he was a sweet-tempered little soul, so he yielded to Mally's gentle pull, and suffered her to lead him in-doors. Upstairs they went, past Mally's room, Papa's, up another flight of stairs, and into the attic chamber where Dick slept alone. It was a tiny chamber. The ceiling was low, and the walls sloped inward like the sides of a tent.
'Mally's a stunner, he used to say. 'Follow you anywhere, if you wanted it, in spite of the devil and hell." The sparkling eyes were growing misty by this time but the woman in me made me say I couldn't help it "I dare say he's had many girl friends since my time, though?" "Narra a one.
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