"Thank you: it's very nice," I said. And I suppose you ate the other, Bruno?"
"No, I didn't," Bruno said, carelessly. "Aren't they pretty dindledums, Mister Sir?"
"Yes, very: but what makes you limp so, my child?"
"Mine foot's come hurted again!" Bruno mournfully replied. And he sat down on the ground, and began nursing it.
The Professor held his head between his hands——an attitude that I knew indicated distraction of mind. "Better rest a minute," he said. "It may be better then——or it may be worse. If only I had some of my medicines here! I'm Court-Physician, you know," he added, aside to me.
"Shall I go and get you some blackberries, darling?" Sylvle whispered, with her arms round his neck; and she kissed away a tear that was trickling down his cheek.
Bruno brightened up in a moment. "That are a good plan!" he exclaimed. "I thinks my foot would come quite unhurted, if I eated a blackberry——two or three blackberries——six or seven blackberries——"
