He was a very small boy. He loved Paddy, his dog, more than anything on earth. When Paddy died on the road one day, his mother was afraid to tell her son. But she had to, and when he came home from school she told him simply:
"Paddy has died on the road. A big truck has run over him and killed him."
He took it very quietly. He finished his dinner with appetite and good spirits. All day it was the same. But in the evening, he went to bed and after five minutes he started to cry very bitterly and loudly. His mother rushed upstairs with sympathy.
"Nurse says," he sobbed, "that Paddy has died on the road. A big truck has run over him and killed him."
"But, dear, I told you that at dinner, and you didn't trouble at all."
"No; but--but I didn't know you said Paddy. I--I thought you said daddy!"