But that I can manage, I
think; Guiseppi knows a man that we can get to come and mansage Dave
every morning. And I could sleep in the room next to him, and look
after him during the night; but it's some one to be with him in the day
that I want most."
Stevie had listened to Mehitabel's story with a very thoughtful
expression on his face; now he said suddenly, and very persuasively: "I
could take care of Dave through the day, Hitty--I wish you'd let me."
"You!" cried Miss Higginson, in surprise. "Why, you wouldn't be in
that room five minutes before you two would be squabbling."
"No, we wouldn't; I'm sure we wouldn't," persisted the little boy.
"Just you try me."
"But, Stevie, you'd get very tired being shut up in the room with that
ill-tempered boy, all day long--I know him of old--he'd try the
patience of a saint. You'd have no gondola rides, no fun with your
sisters, no play time at all, and no thanks for your pains either. And
I'm not sure your pa'd like to have you do it."
"I don't mind one bit about the fun and all that," said Stevie,
decidedly; "and indeed, Hitty, I don't think papa'd object.
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