errand boy

A sepia photo shows him as a young boy, head in his hands, with a large book open at a bar table.

A little boy of four was moved to passionate grief at the sight of a dead dog taken from a pond.

You see, I'd always thought of him as the boy whom Great-aunt Lucia described having seen.

Poor Squinty ran and tried to hide under the straw, for he knew the boy was talking about him.

The remarkable thing was that all the hurrying people she met seemed also each of them to be on a secret and mystic errand.

A look of passion came into the face of the watching boy, and again he fingered his revolver.