CHAPTER III
THE ESCAPE
When Lady Talbot leaned over the side of the big bed to awaken Dickie Harding she wished with all her heart that she had just such a little boy of her own; and when Dickie awoke and looked in her kind eyes he felt quite sure that if he had had a mother she would have been like this lady.
"Only about the face," he told himself, "not the way she's got up; nor yet her hair nor nuffink of that sort."
"Did you sleep well?" she asked him, stroking his hair with extraordinary gentleness.
"A fair treat," said he.
"Was your bed comfortable?"
"Ain't it soft, neither," he answered. "I don't know as ever I felt of anythink quite as soft without it was the geese as 'angs up along the Broadway Christmas-time."
"Why, the bed's made of goose-feathers," she said, and Dickie was delighted by the coincidence.
"'Ave you got e'er a little boy?" he asked, pursuing his first waking thought.
