New Walks in Old Ways 



him. I don't know what it was. I 

 didn't ask him, but I think it was just 

 such a thought as might have occurred 

 to me under similar circumstances. 

 He wonders if a toad and a gopher might 

 not like to try living together; or at 

 least enjoy having a friendly visit to 

 talk over matters of mutual interest 

 connected with their existence in the 

 fields; and so he fishes "baby" toad 

 out of his pocket, and, handling him 

 with the greatest consideration, stoops 

 down and places him carefully on the 

 ground close to gopher's doorway, and 

 leaves him there. 



We could not very well stop to see 

 what happened afterward. I wanted 

 to do so, and of course the caddy would 

 rather study that sort of situation than 

 lug golf clubs around the links for a 

 person with a handicap of twenty-six. 

 I didn't dare tell the youngster that I 

 was just as much interested in his 

 performance as he could possibly be 

 himself, because it won't do for players 



