“When I — left,” the old gentleman repeated.
“Oh,” said Tim, thinking how beautiful and kind the gracious figure was.
The old man ran his slender fingers carefully along the cane, feeling the polished surface with satisfaction. He lingered specially over the smoothness of the ivory handle. He was evidently very pleased.
“I was not quite myself — er — at the moment,” he went on gently; “my memory failed me somewhat.” He sighed, as though an immense relief was in him.
“I forget things, too — sometimes,” Tim mentioned sympathetically. He simply loved his grandfather. He hoped — for a moment — he would be lifted up and kissed. “I’m awfully glad I brought it,” he faltered — “that you’ve got it again.”
The other turned his kind grey eyes upon him; the smile on his face was full of gratitude
