“Come, sonny.”
The little boy drew back in the man's arms.
“No,” he said.
“But, sonny,” the woman continued, “the Teacher's goin' away down the road.”
“Baby go wif him down woad.”
The woman coaxed, “Won't sonny stay with Jim and mother?”
“Nim an' muvver go woad.”
“No,” said the woman, “Jim an' mother ain't goin' down the road. Will sonny go an' leave Jim an' mother?”
The little boy looked over the man's shoulder at the rough-haired yellow dog. Jim was his housemate and his brother. A decision was a sore trial, but he finally made it. He turned about in the man's arms.
“Baby go woad,” he said.