sonny. Bobby you're called, are
you not? Aren't you happy with your grandmother?'

'I belongs to you,' Bobby repeated pitifully. 'I knewed you would come
for me one day. _Every_ day I've expecked you. I told Master Mortimer
you couldn't be lost. I knewed you couldn't.'

He raised his face to his father's now, triumphantly, trustingly, and
that look decided his fate. 'You do belong to me, Bobby, and we'll
find a corner for you somewhere; but I mustn't kidnap you in this
fashion. I'll take you back to your grandmother, and talk to her about
it. She'll be alarmed about you.'

Bobby began to cry again in an agitated fashion.

'I can't go back! Me and Nobbles won't! If you take me back I'll be
punished. The House doesn't want me; and Nurse can come and live with
us, father; she'll understand. She know's how I've been looking for
you _every_ day.'

'But what made you look for me? Who put such an idea in your head?'

Bobby stopped his tears to consider, and a slow smile spread over his
face.

'I reely believe it was Nobbles,' he said, holding up his stick to his
father admiringly. 'It was ever so many years ago,' he added hastily.
'Me and Nobbles have always talked about you coming to fetch me away
one day. I fink it was Nobbles who told me first.'

Mr. Allonby gazed at his little son with a comical look of dismay.
Then he put him down from his knees and took a few quick turns up and
down the room. At last he turned to the little girl, who was staring
at Bobby in silence.

'I want your mother's advice, True; she says I am always making
blunders. I think I'll send a note back to Bobby's grandmother, and
instead of staying here the night we'll motor straight back to mother
and ask her what we had better do. We'll take Bobby with us. I don't
know whether that will be right though. I'm afraid you ought to go
back, little chap.'

Mr. Allonby looked very much worried. Bobby shook his head
emphatically.

'Me and Nobbles couldn't never go back. We belongs to you.'

'Oh, bring him to mother, dad. She'll love him; he looks so lovely.
And isn't he very like that little boy who got nearly tossed with a
bull yesterday?'

'He's the same; that's the extraordinary thing. Yes, I'll send the
note, and we'll take him along to mother. His grandmother can send for
him from there if she wants him.'

Mr. Allonby walked to a writing-table and began to write a letter in
furious haste.

True put out her li