Bobby didn't know quite what to say to that although he was sure the man was not making fun of him, so he said nothing.
"You haven't forgotten me already, have you?" continued the man.
"No'm," smiled Bobby. "You're the Man with the Pocketful of Quarters."
"Right you are!" laughed the man and, to prove it, drew out a handful of coins from his pocket, selected a quarter and pressed it into Bobby's palm.
The lady kissed Bobby good-bye while the man looked pleadingly at her.
"I can't, Alfred! I can't!" she said all choked up, and Bobby wondered what had made her cry.
"No, of course, you can't, Alice, I understand."
The Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy took Bobby from the Lady and carried him out. Bobby looked back and saw the Man with the Pocketful of Quarters put his arm about the Lady Who Likes Little Boys.
Bobby did not see the 'mobile drive up toward evening of the next day for he was out in the yard at Mr. Eller's playing with the St. Bernard puppy. He was running with all his might, the puppy right at his heels, when he looked up and saw the Lady Who Likes Little Boys coming swiftly towards him. He stopped quite still for a time, then ran with all his might right into her arms and tangled his fingers among the soft hair at the back of her neck.