"And you can sing, can you not? Will you sing for me?"
"What shall I sing?"
"Anything, sweetheart—what you sang a little while since."
"For grandpa?"
"Grandpa?"
"Kerry says no, it's uncle, not grandpa. But that's wrong," with a look of outraged honor; "and besides, how should Kerry know? It's not her grandpa, is it? Do you know Kerry?" Then the little face saddened all at once. "Oh, I forgot—poor Kerry."
"Poor Kerry?"
"I used to go and see her. You go up the road, and then on and on and on until you come to some children, and then on and on and on until you get to a little boy—and then you're there."
"Won't you sing, sweetheart?"
"I'll sing grandpa's song."