The woman's mouth opened.
“Dear me,” she said, “just think of him putting things together like that, an' him so little?”
Then she looked up at the man with a sort of wonder.
“Why, you understand him better than I do, an' I'm his mother. Maybe you're married an' got a little boy of your own.”
“I was never married,” replied the man.
“Then maybe you've got a little baby brother.”
“No.”
“Was there never any little children at your house?”
“My father's house,” replied the School-teacher, “is full of little children.”
“Just little children that he takes care of?”