At least I pretended to.

Really I took a good squint at him while he wasn't looking.

He was a kid of about four and a half, I fancy, with a turnippy head and a suit of togs that must have been new, he was so jolly proud of them.

He sat staring at the lamp and swinging his legs for a good bit.

Then he got hold of the window-strap and fooled about with that.