There was only surprised joy.
"Oh, oh!" she cried, clapping her hands.

"I'm so glad! That is," she corrected, coloring distressfully, "I don't mean that I'm not sorry for the heathen, only just now I can't help being glad that you don't want the little India boys, because all the rest have wanted them.

And so I'm glad you'd rather have Jimmy Bean.

Now I know you'll take him!" "Take--WHO ?" "Jimmy Bean.

He's the 'child's presence,' you know; and he'll be so glad to be it.