Peni persecuted me to let him have a domino, with tears and embraces; he '_almost never_ in all his life had had a domino,' and he would like it so.

Not a black domino--no; he hated black--but a blue domino, trimmed with pink! that was his taste.

The pink trimming I coaxed him out of; but for the rest I let him have his way, darling child; and certainly it answered, as far as the overflow of joy in his little heart went.

Never was such delight.
Morning and evening there he was in the streets, running Wilson out of breath, and lost sight of every ten minutes.

'Now, Lily, I do _pray_ you not to call out "Penini! Penini!"' Not to be known was his immense ambition.