You walk on ahead, an' I'll steer 'im 'ome." He looked round; there was not a cab to be seen.
He led Dad out of the stonemason's yard with difficulty, as he wanted to wait for the mourning coaches.

Then, opposite the mortuary, he remembered his little present for the Duchess, and insisted on going back.
"Wheresh my lil' present for Duchess ?" he wailed.

"Can't go 'ome without lil' present." Jonah was in despair.

At last he rolled his handkerchief into a ball and thrust it into Dad's hand.
Then Dad, relieved and happy, cast Jonah off, and stood for a moment like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Jonah watched anxiously, expecting him to fall, but all at once, with a forward lurch Dad broke into a run, safe on his feet as a spinning top.