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And then he stole his hand around the neck of the little old lady who was kneeling beside his cot, and remarked, generously: "Oh! I say, Miss Lucy, please don't. It's all right. I didn't behave very very gentlemanly, I guess, but if you like I'm willing to try it over again. I'll be your little boy if you want me, and if I have to be 'Lionel, just make it Towsley, too, can't you?"
When he awoke again the pretty nurse was gone and in her chair sat a gentleman gazing at him with a curious sort of stare, as if Towsley were some new kind of animal in whom the stranger was interested. The stare nettled Towsley, who felt strangely cross and irritable.
"Well, I declare!" thought the watchful Mary. "If that don't beat all! 'Stead of ordering the little chap to wash himself, or even me to do it for him, she's treating him same's if he was a Livingston or Satterlee, himself. And he's doing it! My land! he's doing it." Towsley retired to the pantry and drew some water in the bowl.
Miss Lucy's own eyes were looking at the fire in the grate, and she was not, therefore, offended a second time by the child's greediness. She was seeing pictures in the coals, and all of them were of Towsley though such a different Towsley from the real one. Presently a doubt arose in her mind.
There were four of these lace-draped windows, two in front and two upon the side. At each was a small face peering in, and at some there were two faces. Towsley forgot everything. All the changed conditions of his life, his determination to be very thoughtful of Miss Lucy, the gentlemanly behavior which belonged to a boy who lived in the finest house upon the Avenue.
August 19 three well-known residents of the village accompanied by a constable from Pembroke went to David's house, inquired for David and Towsley, who both lived there with their families, and on being told they were not at home, rushed up-stairs to the room where Morgan was writing, seized him and the papers which he was even then arranging for the printer.
Miss Lucy says you are not to delay, and to open your window when you leave your room, and to be in your place in the breakfast-room when she comes down to lead morning worship. Now, don't go to sleep any more, that's a good boy, and make me climb three flights of stairs again, just for nothing at all. Hear?" "Yes, ma'am, I hear," responded Towsley, sleepily.
It was rather late in the affair to think about that, however, and Towsley put the possibility out of mind; or, with the true spirit of newspaper enterprise, decided that private considerations should give precedence to the public good. Yet what possible good the mysterious ringing of an electric bell was to do the "public" it would be difficult to say. "Come, you rising young journalist!
It was an old-fashioned robe, Towsley saw that, and the bonnet which had fallen to the floor beside it was quite out of style, also. "Regular old timer, ain't it! And she's an old timer, too, but the tears! Shucks! He wished nobody would ever cry. He hated tears!" again thought Towsley.
Never heard of you, indeed. But then I had a chance to help you, and right away I liked you. So I've been down-town, this afternoon, and bought you this outfit. Between you and me, Towsley, I shouldn't care for the velvets, either. But they must have been all that Miss Armacost had on hand and so she gave them to you. These I'm not giving; I'm simply advancing.
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