Before he knew what she was going to do, the lady was kneeling right in the dust of the road by his side. She put her arms about him and drew his head against her breast. It was so soft and warm there and so safe that Bobby cried all the harder for very relief and his arms stole about the neck of the lady until his fingers got tangled in her soft hair.
"I do believe the child is lost," said the lady and gathered Bobby up in her arms and carried him into the 'mobile. "Light the lamps, James," she added from the depths of the black-cushioned seat.
James, who wore a pair of big glasses that almost hid his face, turned on the lights, and, through his tears, Bobby soon saw two beams of light spurt out on the road ahead.
"Tell me your name, won't you?" begged a low voice close to Bobby's ear.
He struggled to control his sobs enough to answer.
"I like little boys," added the voice coaxingly.
"B-B-Bob-b-by," he said at last, nestling closer in those protecting arms.
"He's so tired he's falling asleep," said the voice which was the sweetest Bobby had ever heard.
