Stone flags lead to
the road; the yard is a careless, comfortable lawn with two or three old
maples. It is autumn._
_A boy of sixteen or so, carrying a paper parcel, stops hesitatingly,
looks in a moment and then walks to the porch. As he stands there a man
comes out of the house. The man is in his early forties, he stoops a
little, but not from weakness; his expression is one of deep calm._
THE MAN
I wonder if you have seen my dog? I was going for a walk, but Rex seems to
have grown tired of waiting.
THE BOY
Your dog? No, sir, I haven't seen him. Shall I go look?
THE MAN
No, never mind. He'll come back. Rex and I understand each other. He has
his little moods, like me.
THE BOY
If you were going for a walk--?
THE MAN
It doesn't matter at all. I can go any time. You don't live in this
country?
THE BOY
No, sir. I live in New York. I wish I did. It's beautiful here, isn't it?
THE MAN
It's very beautiful to me. I love it. You may have come a long road this
morning, let's sit down.
THE BOY
Thank you. I'm not interfering with anything?
THE MAN
Bless your heart! No indeed.
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