“To meet me, Charley?”

“Yes. We are going to walk with you. But don’t let us take the great leading streets where everyone walks, and we can’t hear ourselves speak. Let us go by the quiet backways. Here’s a large paved court by this church, and quiet, too. Let us go up here.”

“But it’s not in the way, Charley.”

“Yes it is,” said the boy, petulantly. “It’s in my way, and my way is yours.”