"Are—are you anybody's gran'pa?"
"No."
"Mebbe you'd be my gran'pa," the boy suggested, soberly. .
"Maybe," said Dunmore, with a smile.
"We could play horse together when Uncle Silas is away," was the further suggestion of Socky.
"Why not play horse with your sister?"
"She's too little—she can't draw me."
"Gran'pas don't make the best horses," Dunmore objected.
"Yes they do," Socky stoutly affirmed. "May Butler's gran'pa draws her 'round everywhere in a little cart."
"Well, that shows that old men can be good for something," said Dunmore. "Where's your wagon?"