At last Danny was completed and stood on a chair for inspection.  But here a digression from the main issue occurred, for Bugsey had grown tired of his temporary confinement and complained that Patsey had not contributed one thing to Danny’s wardrobe while he had had to give up both his stockings and his pants.

Pearlie stopped in the work of combing her own hair to see what could be done.

“Patsey, where’s your gum?” she asked.  “Git it for me this minute,” and Patsey went to the “fallen leaf” of the table and found it on the inside where he had put it for safe keeping.

“Now you give that to Bugsey,” she said, “and that’ll make it kind o’ even though it does look as if you wuz gettin’ off pretty light.”

Pearlie struggled with her hair to make it lie down and “act dacint,” but the image that looked back at her from the cracked glass was not encouraging, even after making allowance for the crack, but she comforted herself by saying, “Sure it’s Danny she wants to see, and she won’t be lookin’ much at me anyway.”

Then the question arose, and for a while looked serious —­What was Danny to wear on his head?  Danny had no cap, nor ever had one.  There was one little red toque in the house that Patsey wore, but by an unfortunate accident, it had that very morning fallen into the milk pail and was now drying on the oven door.  For a while it seemed as if the visit would have to be postponed until it dried, when Mary had an inspiration.

“Wrap yer cloud around his head and say you wuz feart of the earache, the day is so cold.”

This was done and a blanket off one of the beds was pressed into service as an outer wrap for Danny.  He was in such very bad humour at being wrapped up so tight that Pearlie had to set him down on the bed again to get a fresh grip on him.

“It’s just as well I have no mitts,” she said as she lifted her heavy burden.  “I couldn’t howld him at all if I was bothered with mitts.  Open the dure, Patsey, and mind you shut it tight again.  Keep up the fire, Mary.  Bugsey, lie still and chew your gum, and don’t fight any of yez.”

When Pearlie and her heavy burden arrived at Mrs. Francis’s back door they were admitted by the dark-haired Camilla, who set a rocking-chair beside the kitchen stove for Pearlie to sit in while she unrolled Danny, and when Danny in his rather remarkable costume stood up on Pearlie’s knee, Camilla laughed so good humouredly that Danny felt the necessity of showing her all his accomplishments and so made the face that Patsey had taught him by drawing down his eyes, and putting his fingers in his mouth.  Danny thought she liked it very much, for she went hurriedly into the pantry and brought back a cookie for him.

The savoury smell of fried salmon, for it was near lunch time, increased Danny’s interest in his surroundings, and his eyes were big with wonder when Mrs. Francis herself came in.

“And is this little Daniel!” she cried rapturously.  “So sweet; so innocent; so pure!  Did Big Sister carry him all the way?  Kind Big Sister.  Does oo love Big Sister?”