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Donovan took Dolly upon his knee. "Do you remember, Dolly, when you were lost on the beach once?" "Yes," said Dolly, promptly, "I clied." "Who found you?" "Farver," said Dolly. "Who brought you to father?" Dolly searched her memory. "An old gentleman gave Dolly sweets!" "My father," said Erica, smiling. "And who helped you up the beach?" asked Gladys. "A plitty lady did," said Dolly.
I got a mighty fine daughter-in-law, Mr. Farver. I'm goin' to get you up for a meal with us before you leave town, and you'll see and, well, sir, from all I hear the two of 'em been holdin' their own with the best. Myself, I and the wife never had time for much o' that kind o' doin's, but it's all right and good for the chuldern; and my daughter she's always kind of taken to it.
Go back to yer old Talbots and be the nice lady's little boy with velvet kicksies and a clean anky once a week. That's what you do." Dickie looked forlornly out over the river. "I can't 'elp what I dreams, can I?" he said. "In the dream I'd got lots of things. Uncles and aunts an' a little brother. I never seen him though. An' a farver and muvver an' all. It's different 'ere.
But the four-year-old baby was absolutely incorruptible, he cried bitterly and sobbed out: "'Farver said I mustn't never tell anybody never! Farver said Philip Fairfield of Fairfield mustn't never bweak his words, and that was all. "Nothing could induce him to give the least hint. Of course there was great search for it, but it was well hidden and it was never found.
And Miss Gloria isn't home from the races yet." "I must see her to-night I'll wait upstairs." "You must excuse me, sir Farver, I mean but I wouldn't a-known your voice, it seemed so different. And me that sleepy too, being on the go since six in the mornin' " "Go to bed, Liza. You sleep in the kitchen, don't you?" "Yes, sir, thank you, I think I will, too.
"I ain't a-goin' to leave yer. Didn't Lady Talbot ask me to be her boy and didn't I cut straight back to you? I'll play along o' them kids if Lord Arden'll let me. But I ain't a-goin' to leave you, not yet I ain't. So don't you go snivelling afore any one's 'urt yer, farver. See?" But that was before Lord Arden had his second talk with Mr. Beale. After that it was
Farver," Sheridan completed his interrupted farewells. "I'll come by to take you up to our house for dinner. I'll be here for you about half-past five to-morrow afternoon. Hope you 'njoyed the drive much as I have. Good night good night!" He leaned back, speaking to the chauffer. "Now you can take me around to the Central City barber-shop, boy. I want to get a shave 'fore I go up home." "Extry!
"Ain't 'urt yerself, 'ave yer?" he said for in all their wanderings these were the first tears Dickie had shed. "No," said Dickie, and hid his face against Beale's coat sleeve. "It's only " "What is it, then?" said Beale, in the accents of long-disused tenderness; "tell your old farver, then " "It's silly," sobbed Dickie. "Never you mind whether it's silly or not," said Beale. "You out with it."
What matter whatever happened! Gone were the six cruel months in which she had awakened every morning with a pain at her breast. She was happy, happy, happy! The morning sun was streaming across the room when Liza came in with the tea. "Did ye see the Farver last night, Miss Gloria?" "Oh, yes; that was all right, Liza." The day's newspaper was lying folded on the tray.
Markham said she didn't care. "Well, but how am I to get away with my crutch?" "Mean to say you'd cut and run if you was the same as me about the legs, I mean?" "Yes," said Dickie. "And not nick anything?" "Not a bloomin' thing," said he. "Well," said Markham, "you've got a spirit, I will say that." "You see," said Dickie, "I wants to get back to farver."
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