"My father said he thought you were, and somehow had got stranded in a grocery store.

Did you ?" "Yes, I did," replied Anderson.
Anderson was now walking quite briskly towards home and dinner, and the boy was trotting by his side, with seemingly no thought of parting.

They proceeded in silence for a few steps; then the boy spoke again.
"I began with the setter dog," said he.

"His name was Archie, and he used to jump over the roof of a part of our house as high as"-- he looked about and pointed conclusively at the ell of a house across the street--"as high as that," he said, with one small pink finger indicating unwaveringly.
"That must have been quite a jump," remarked Anderson, and his voice betrayed nothing.
"That setter was an awful jumper," said the little boy.

"He died last winter.