"He isn't! He is--gone," he chattered frenziedly.

"This isn't the father-part that KNOWS.

It's the other--that they leave.

He's left it behind him--like the squirrel, and the water in the brook." Suddenly the boy's face changed.

It grew rapt and luminous as he leaped to his feet, crying joyously: "But he asked me to play, so he went singing--singing just as he said that they did.