Dr. An Wolf, gravely held out her hand and said:
'Good-bye!' Then she kissed him and said:

'Thank you so much, Mr. Harold's daddy. Won't you come soon again, and
tell us more?' Then she jumped again upon her father's knee and hugged
him round the neck and kissed him, and whispered in his ear:

'Daddy, please make Mr. Harold's daddy when he comes again, bring Harold
with him!'

After all it is natural for women to put the essence of the letter in the
postscript!

Two weeks afterwards Dr. An Wolf came again and brought Harold with him.
The time had gone heavily with little Stephen when she knew that Harold
was coming with his father. Stephen had been all afire to see the big
boy whose feats had so much interested her, and for a whole week had
flooded Mrs. Jarrold with questions which she was unable to answer. At
last the time came and she went out to the hall door with her father to
welcome the guests. At the top of the great granite steps, down which in
time of bad weather the white awning ran, she stood holding her father's
hand and waving a welcome.

'Good morning, Harold! Good morning, Mr. Harold's daddy!'

The meeting was a great pleasure to both the children, and resulted in an
immediate friendship. The small girl at once conceived a great
admiration for the big, strong boy nearly twice her age and more than
twice her size. At her time of life the convenances are not, and love is
a thing to be spoken out at once and in the open. Mrs. Jarrold, from the
moment she set eyes on him, liked the big kindly-faced boy who treated
her like a lady, and who stood awkwardly blushing and silent in the
middle of the nursery listening to the tiny child's proffers of
affection. For whatever kind of love it is that boys are capable of,
Harold had fallen into it. 'Calf-love' is a thing habitually treated
with contempt. It may be ridiculous; but all the same it is a serious
reality--to the calf.

Harold's new-found affection was as deep as his nature. An only child
who had in his memory nothing of a mother's love, his naturally
affectionate nature had in his childish days found no means of
expression. A man child can hardly pour out his full heart to a man,
even a father or a comrade; and this child had not, in a way, the
consolations of other children. His father's secondary occupation of
teaching brought other boys to the house and necessitated a domestic
routine which had to be exact. There was no place fo