So Georgie saw more of his grandfather than he had ever seen before, and rather more than he cared to see after his close association with Gwynneth, whose wonderful letter from Leipzig was small comfort to so small a soul, though Mrs. Musk had to read it to Georgie many times a day. "Oh! I wish I would go and see workman," the boy would exclaim without fear. "I wish I would! I wish I would!" "I daresay you do," Jasper would growl from his chair. "Then can I; can I, I say, grand-daddy?" "No, you can't." "Oh! why can't I?" "Because I tell you." "But, you see, grand-daddy, he was making me such a lovely, lovely face. I must go back for it. Really I must. He did say he finish fen I go back. So of course I must go. See? See? See?" Thus pestered, Jasper once thundered: "Oh, yes, I see! I know him--I know him. I see hard enough! But if ever you do go I'll--I'll--I'll give ye what ye never had afore and'll never want again!" "Oh, don't be angry wif me," Georgie whimpered. "Oh, I wish my lady would come back!" "I daresay you do," said Jasper, calming. "And I don't." But a child forgets; at all events Georgie did; and so surely as his _ennui_ in the garden, within strict sight of the terrible old man in the chair, reached a certain pitch, so surely did the treasonable aspiration rise to his innocent lips. "I wish I would go and see workman. I _wish_ I would!" But at last one day the old man rose, stick and all; and at this even Georgie trembled; for it was long since he had seen his grandfather on his feet. Over the grass he came hobbling, ungainly, abnormal, frowning down upon the buttercups. Georgie crept aside. But Musk passed him without a word. Three times he limped the length of the overgrown lawn, muttering, frowning; and the third time his lameness was palpably less. "Why, Jasper," cried Mrs. Musk, running out, "you're getting better!" "No, I ain't," he roared. "You mind your own business and get away indoors." Mrs. Musk was meekly obeying, and Georgie escaping at her skirt, when a second roar recalled the child. Jasper was leaning with both hands on the stick before him, his frown gone, but in its place a surely devilish smile, since the child mistook it for the real thing. "So you're still longun to go back and see the workman, as you call him, at the church?" "Oh, yes, I are!" And round eyes kindled at the thought. "Very well. You may." Georgie could scarcely believe his ears. "Fen may I? Now? Now, I say?" "When you like, so long as you don't bother me." Georgie jumped and shouted in his joy. "Goin' to see workman, goin' to see workman! Oh, my Jove, my Jove! Goin' to see workman makin' lovely, lovely faces all for me--every bit!" "Hold your noise," said Jasper, roughly; "and go, if you're going."