‘Are you, Bobby?’
‘Yes. I wants to ask you about daddy. You saw him go away, didn’t you?’ and he fixed his great wondering eyes on Andy’s face.
‘Yes,’ said Andy.
‘He went up among the stars, didn’t he?’
‘Yes,’ said Andy.
‘And he isn’t coming back to Bobby any more?’
‘No,’ said Andy. ‘But Bobby’s going to him by-and-by.’
Mrs Baker had been leaning back in her chair, resting her head on her hand, tears glistening in her eyes; now she began to sob, and her sister took her out of the room.
Andy looked miserable. ‘I wish to God I was off this job!’ he whispered to me.
‘Is that the girl that writes the stories?’ I asked.