There was the Toyman, his long legs fast catching up with the runaway.
And the same old smile was on the Toyman's face.

And when the long legs had caught up with the short ones, the Toyman
put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and they walked along
like--well, like two old chums.

What was finest, too, was that he never mentioned the cause of
Jehosophat's trouble and embarrassment, which is what no really true
friend ever should do.

At last Jehosophat asked,--

"Where we goin'?"

"Let's go fishin'--I hate speeches," the Toyman replied.

"I made a silly, a fool of myself, didn't I?" said Jehosophat.

"Not by a long sight," the Toyman replied. "You see, sonny," he went
on to explain, very soberly, "that's an old piece of yours and out of
date. Now they're making new arrangements and editions of books and
po'try all the time. They just change with the times. And yours is a
heap better than the old piece, anyway you look at it."

Jehosophat wasn't quite so sure. But, anyway, they had a great time
"fishin'."