it's out of reason to give the youngster any more to-day. Be
sensible."

They followed him out of the store, Bob's hand held fast in
hers. Somehow, they both looked very young as they stood
outside the shop window, gazing back at the marvellous display
within. He felt as if he were being rather cruel to them
both. This was absurd, of course, when one considered the box
of blocks, the train of cars and the toolkit. The child had
enough playthings already to send him out of his head. Burns
drove away rapidly to get out of range of other windows which
seemed filled with rocking-horses to-day.

He looked down at Bob.

"Happy, little chap?" he asked.

Bob nodded. His arms clasped the red train but he was not
looking at it.

"Like the cars?"

Bob nodded. His wide sailor hat obscured his face. Burns
could see only the tip of the small nose.

"You'll have a splendid time with those blocks, won't you?"

Again the nod, but no reply.

"The hammer's pretty nice, too, isn't it?"