clammy. He cleared his throat in embarrassment, and I could see the sweat starting out on his forehead. It was evident that he was badly frightened.
"The potatoes," he murmured faintly. "They are precious."
Between us we picked them up and replaced them in the broken bag, which he now held carefully in the hollow of his arm. I tried to tell him my gladness at meeting him and that he must come right home with me.
"Father will be rejoiced to see you," I said. "We live only a stone's throw away."
"I can't," he said, "I must be going. Good-by."
He looked apprehensively about him, as though dreading discovery, and made an attempt to walk on.
"Tell me where you live, and I shall call later," he said, when he saw that I walked beside him and that it was my intention to stick to him now that he was found.
"No," I answered firmly. "You must come now."
He looked at the potatoes spilling on his arm, and at the small parcels on his other arm.
"Really, it is impossible," he said. "Forgive me for my rudeness. If you only knew."
He looked as if he were going to break down, but the next moment he had himself in control.
"Besides, this food," he went on. "It is a sad case. It is terrible. She is an old woman. I must take it to
