“Don’t worry now,” said Bob. “I’m going to do the best I can, and, you see, I stand a good show, getting after them so quickly.”
Miss Simmons went into the house, and Bob hoisted Walter to his back.
“Now then,” he said, “you must tell me just what you did with those letters.”
“Yes, I will,” replied the little fellow, greatly delighted at the ride and the promise of a kite. “You see, I went down this street to the next corner.”
“Yes,” nodded Bob.
“Then I turned and went down one side of the next street and back the other.”
“What did you do with the letters?”
“I went up on the stoops, just like the postman, and left a letter on each step.”
“Did you knock or ring the bell?”