It was astonishing to see the natural accuracy with which the man gauged the boy-level.
"Now, how would you like to see a bear, Curtis ?" came next, "I know where there's a beauty, twelve hundred pounds." "Must be some bear!" interjected the boy.
"That's what it is," put in the President.

"Regular cinnamon-brown type"-- and then off went the talk to the big bear at the Washington "Zoo" where the President was to send the boy.
Then, after a little; "Now, Curtis, see those men over there in that room.

They've travelled from all parts of the country to come here at my invitation, and I've got to make a little speech to them, and I'll do that while you go off to see the bear." And then the hand came forth to say good-by.

The boy put his in it, each looked into the other's face, and on neither was there a place big enough to put a ten-cent piece that was not wreathed in smiles.

"He certainly is all right," said the boy to the father, looking wistfully after the President.
Almost to the other room had the President gone when he, too, instinctively looked back to find the boy following him with his eyes.
He stopped, wheeled around, and then the two instinctively sought each other again.