Gordon removed the watch from his pocket. "Half-past six. We've got to push on."
It was fine to see that watch in his father's hand.
"I'm going to give it to you," said the boy, soberly. "You can wear it Sundays an' every day."
Gordon looked into the eyes of his son. He saw there the white soul of the little traveller just entering upon the world.
"I'm going to buy you some new clothes, too," said Socky, now overflowing with generosity.
"Where'll you get the money?"
"From my Uncle Silas." After a few moments Socky added, "If I was Lizzie Cornell's father I'd give her a good whipping."
They rode in silence awhile, and soon the boy lay back on his blanket looking up at the sky.
"Father," said he, presently.
"What?"