"I've got to go now," the little boy said, when he had come to the man.
"So soon?" asked the man. "I hope you aren't tired."
"I think I'd better go home," the little boy said. "P'r'aps my mother would like to see me."
"I shouldn't wonder if she'd like to see you pretty often," the man said. "You tell her that you'll be safe here. I'll keep my eye on you."
"How will you get your eye on me?" the little boy asked.
The man laughed. "Will you come again?"
"I'll come to-morrow," the little boy said. "P'r'aps I'll come this afternoon. Good-bye."
"Good-bye," said the man.
And he watched the little boy as he trudged away, dragging his cart, with his hoe and his shovel rattling in the bottom of it, and with his cat walking beside him and looking up into his face.
And that's all of this story.