Just then one of the men took out of a van a little upholstered
armchair.

"Hello!" said the moving-man. "That looks as if there was a youngster
of some kind coming, either a boy or a girl."

Then another man came with a box of toys, and set it down beside the
armchair.

David saw it and smiled.

"That looks so, too, doesn't it now?" said the moving-man. He looked
up. "And here he is, I guess."

David turned around, and he saw a very pleasant-looking man coming
along, and, holding by his hand, there was a little boy who looked as
if he might be almost five years old.

They came near, and David looked at the little boy, but he didn't say
anything, and the little boy looked at David, and he didn't say
anything either, but he held to his father's hand tighter than ever.

"Well, here we are. You have not been waiting long, I judge. Now I'll
go in and you can come along with the things as fast as you like. What
will you do, Dick?"

At the sound of his name, the little dog raised his head and wagged
his stump of a tail and was all ready to get up; but nobody saw him,
for the little boy was whispering to his father, who turned to David.

"I guess that your name is David," he said; and David nodded. "I know
your father, David. How would you like it if Dick stayed out here with
you? You two can play anywhere that you are used to, David, or you can
stay and watch as long as you like."

[Illustration: THEY WATCHED THE MEN]

David thought that that would be nice, and he turned his cart around
and took out the backboard, and he told Dick that he might sit in it
if he wanted to, or he could sit in the little armchair.

Dick chose the cart to sit in, and David sat in the armchair, and they
watched the men, who were beginning to carry in the things.

They had taken some more things out of one of the vans, and they had
come to the heavy things.

One man was in the van, unpacking the things and pushing them to the
back, where the other men could reach them.

And a man would take as much as he could carry under his arms, and
march into the house with it; and another man would come and get his
load, and he would march in with it.

There was a procession of men going in with their loads and coming out
without any, and Dick's father stood just inside the front door and
told each man where to leave his load, and the man went to that room
and left it, and came out again.

But when they had all the parts of a bed in the