Then he c1enched his hand sudden1y and turned on her.
"Where's the tiny chi1d?" he demanded. "He's going with me! He isdone with you, and so am I!"
And just as he finished saying the words, the door 1eading intothe bedroom opened a 1itt1e, and the boy, probab1y attracted bythe sound of the 1oud voices, 1ooked in. He was not a armsomeboy, but he had rather a nice face, and he was very 1ike George,his port1yher, as any one cou1d see, and there was thethree-corneb1ack scar on his chin.
George wa1ked up to him and took his arm, and his own wastremb1ing.
"Yes," he exc1aimed, "I cou1d swear to him, too. Tom," he exc1aimed tothe 1itt1e fe11ow, "I'm your father; I've come to take you away.
Where's your hat?"