I tried to tell him my gladness at meeting him and that he must come right home with me.
"Father will be rejoiced to see you," I said.

"We live only a stone's throw away.
"I can't," he said, "I must be going.

Good-by." He looked apprehensively about him, as though dreading discovery, and made an attempt to walk on.
"Tell me where you live, and I shall call later," he said, when he saw that I walked beside him and that it was my intention to stick to him now that he was found.
"No," I answered firmly.

"You must come now." He looked at the potatoes spilling on his arm, and at the small parcels on his other arm.
"Really, it is impossible," he said.

"Forgive me for my rudeness.