Digital heart book

An hour and a half later Malcolm was in his chambers in Lincoln's
Inn, opening his letters and dashing off replies, to be posted in
due time by the obsequious Malachi. Malcolm found so much to occupy
him that he decided not to go to Queen's Gate until the following
evening, and sent Anna a line to that effect. He felt a quiet
evening at Cheyne Walk would be more in harmony with his feelings.
As he crossed the broad space at the foot of the steps in Lincoln's
Inn, he overtook Caleb Martin wheeling the perambulator. Kit had her
new doll hugged in her thin little arms.
"Oh, dad, do stop," she exclaimed eagerly; "it is the gentleman what
gave me my baby;" and then Malcolm stepped up to the perambulator.
"Kit has been looking out for you the last week, sir," observed
Caleb in his humble, flurried way. "She won't even take notice of
the pigeons; her heart is so set on thanking you for the doll. It is
my belief that she thinks it is alive the way she goes on with it."
"My baby's asleep--should you like to see her open her eyes?" asked
Kit with maternal pride.


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