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Updated: June 26, 2025
Wilkins! might that not account for Wikkey's odd name? Wilkins, Wilky, Wikkey; it did not seem unlikely. That evening, Reginald, entering his cousin's sitting-room, found Lawrence leaning back in his arm-chair on one side of the fire, and on the other his strange little guest lying propped up on the sofa, which had been drawn up within reach of the glow.
Wikkey was strangely fascinated by the blue eyes looking down from so far above him, and scarcely knowing what he did, he rose and went shambling on alongside of the young man, his eyes riveted on his face.
"Some day, please God; but that must be as the King likes perhaps He will not want me to come yet. I must try to do anything He wants me to do here first." "Should you like to come now, Lawrence?" The question was rather a relief, for a sense of being unreal had come over Lawrence while he spoke, and he answered quickly "No, I had rather not go yet, Wikkey: but you see I am well and strong.
They opened with a smile, and raising himself in Lawrence's arms, he leant forward with a look so eager and expectant, that with a thrill of awe, almost amounting to terror, the young man whispered "What is it, Wikkey? Do you see anything?"
"I wish I were half as certain," the young man thought, with a sigh, then said aloud "If I try to obey the King I hope I shall." "But you will try you will, Lawrence!" cried Wikkey, passionately. Very quietly and low Lawrence answered "By God's help Yes!" and he bent and kissed the child's forehead, as if to seal the vow. Wikkey seemed satisfied, and in a few minutes was dozing again.
The black eyes scanned his face narrowly for a moment, and then a high weak voice said in a tone of great disapprobation: "It wouldn't warm a chap much fur to look at him; he ain't much to look at, anyhow;" and Wikkey turned away his head and studied the cretonne pattern on his sofa, as if there were nothing more to be said on the subject.
One evening Lawrence, returning home to find Wikkey established as usual on the sofa near the fire, was greeted by the eager question "Lawrence, what was the King like? I've been a thinking of it all day, and I should like to know. Do you think He was a bit like you?" "Not at all," Lawrence answered.
"It was wicked to cheat Jim, and you were a bad boy when you did it." "My stars! why, he could have got 'em from me in a juffy; he was twice my size. I only boned 'em cos he was such a soft." The explanation appeared perfectly satisfactory to Wikkey, but Lawrence, feeling that this was an opportunity that should not be lost, made a desperate effort and began again
"I'm awake now," he said; "I didn't know as you were here." "Never mind, Wikkey, lie still," said Reginald, "you are too tired for any reading to-night. I will tell you one verse a beautiful one for you and Lawrence to talk about some day," and laying his hand on the boy's head he repeated, in low, gentle tones "Thine eye shall see the King in His beauty."
You know, Wikkey, though he was so good and kind, the men of that country hated Him, and would not have him for their King, and at last they took Him prisoner, and treated Him very badly, and they put that crown of sharp, pricking thorns on His Head, because He said He was a King." "Was it to make game of Him?" asked Wikkey, in a tone of mingled awe and distress.
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