"How in the
world did you do it?"
"Never you mind. The question is, what you goin' t'
do with him, now you've got him? Goin' t' have a French
bunny for him, or fetch him up by hand? Wheeling
appointed a probation skirt to look after the crowd of
us, and we got t' toe the mark."
"Glory be!" I ejaculated. "I don't know what I shall
do with him. I shall have to bring him down with me
every morning, and perhaps you can make a sporting editor
out of him."
"Nix. Not with that forehead. He's a high-brow.
We'll make him dramatic critic. In the meantime, I'll be
little fairy godmother, an' if you'll get on your bonnet
I'll stake you and the young 'un to strawberry shortcake
an' chocolate ice cream."
So it happened that a wondering Frau Knapf and a
sympathetic Frau Nirlanger were called in for
consultation an hour later. Bennie was ensconced in my
room, very wide-eyed and wondering, but quite content.
With the entrance of Frau Nirlanger the consultation was
somewhat disturbed. She made a quick rush at him and
gathered him in her hungry arms.
"Du baby du!" she cried. "Du Kleiner! And she was
down on her knees, and somehow her figure had melted into
delicious mother-curves, with Bennie's head just fitting
into that most gracious one between her shoulder and
breast.
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