Young Mr. Wilcox was laying on a table fur Looey to practise on, and Looey was learning fast.
Looey had drug an old fence post onto the fire one night, and the post had only burned half up.
What he longed to do was to take it home and play it to Looey, but that was out of the question: he remembered the watch.
For the place of Looey, forgotten, was supplied by Em, aged two.
There are some sandwiches—with veal loaf, that Looey Sam makes deliciously—and some cake.
