So he and I made friends.

And as we were strolling along together, we met Miss Standish.

At least, I met her.
Bobby met a prematurely gray Persian cat, with the dreamy Bagdad name of 'Simon Cameron.' By the time the dog and cat could be sorted out from each other--" "Oh, I see!" laughed Milo.

"And I don't envy you the job of sorting them.

It was mighty kind of you to--" He broke off and added, with a tinge of anxiety: "You say you happened to be walking near here.