He rose and started for the road. The other children were too busy with their playing to notice him. Stepping lightly, with eyes fixed on the ground, Bobby trudged out through the yard into the road.
So he started out on his strange quest.
[CHAPTER III]
HUNTING FOR THE THING YOU MUSN'T THINK ABOUT
When he had gone a long way, Bobby crossed the road and crawled under the fence into the field beyond. He tried so hard not to think about the thing he was searching for that he forgot all about the fact that it had been hours since dinner and that the sun's bedtime could not be so very far off. One can't remember everything when trying so hard not to think of one thing. He wasn't thinking of that—only of the presents Richard had received, and that wasn't the same!
He trudged on till his short legs grew weary, always looking down at the ground and stepping, oh, so lightly! He was startled when a big gruff voice suddenly boomed out right in front of him: