"He couldn't—could you, grandpapa? There were too many. Of course grandpapa had to run. That wasn't being cowardly. It was just—just—running."
"No, Jenny, I didn't run a yard."
"Didn't I tell you?" cried Jimmy. "Grandpapa shot them with his gun."
"You're mistaken, Jimmy."
"Then you must—No, for you're here—you weren't eaten up?" said wondering Jenny.
"No, dear, I wasn't eaten up."
"Oh, I know! The wolves didn't come!" cried Jimmy, who remembered one of his grandpapa's stories as having ended in that unhappy way.
"Oh, but they did, Jimmy!"
"Why, grandpapa, what did you do?"