He did not see the little girl behind him.
"Where's the cat ?" he asked anxiously.
The unexpected happened then.

With a sobbing cry the little girl flung herself upon him, cat and all.
"Here, right here," she choked.

"And it was you who saved her--my Juliette! And I'll love you, love you, love you always for it!" "There, there, Jill," interposed the man a little hurriedly.

"Suppose we first show our gratitude by seeing if we can't do something to make our young warrior here more comfortable." And he began to brush off with his handkerchief some of the accumulated dirt.
"Why can't we take him home, Jack, and clean him up 'fore other folks see him ?" suggested the girl.
The boy turned quickly.
"Did you call him 'Jack' ?" "Yes." "And he called you, Jill' ?" "Yes." "The real 'Jack and Jill' that 'went up the hill' ?" The man and the girl laughed; but the girl shook her head as she answered,-- "Not really--though we do go up a hill, all right, every day.

But those aren't even our own names.