Martin set down the little girl carefully and swung Andy a few times like a pendulum. Then he picked up the christmas tree cord.What is all this stuff doing out? Help me put it back in the drawer. You're not to fool with the light socket. Remember l told you that bef. I mean it, Andy The six-year-old child nodded and shut the secretary drawer. Martin stroked his fair soft hair and his hand lingered tenderly on the nape of the child's frail neck. "had supper yet, bumpkin?" "it hurt. The toast was hot.