Dr. Herbert Benjamin
“Why?” asked Henry, amazed.
“Don’t ask that!” said Worraps shyly. She flew over
and sat on the window sill near Henry. “I can only tell
you that whenever
anyone
leaves the house and travels,
some little spirit like me is sent to fly along. I watched
over you and kept you company, but you didn’t notice.”
“Gee, thank you so much!” said Henry.
“It’s my pleasure, Henry,” said Worraps.
“Do many things happen which you don’t notice?”
Henry asked. “I mean like friendly guides and
companions watching over you all the time.”
“Oh, most things happen without your noticing
them,” Worraps answered in a friendly chirp. “Little
things, like friendly birds passing by, and breezes
twirling, and grass growing and thoughts talking, and
singing, and the stars and the sand smiling back and
forth at each other.”
“I guess I didn’t look close enough,” Henry said.
“Oh, that’s all right!” said Worraps. “You couldn’t
help it. You were having too many exciting adventures
to notice
little
things!”
“That’s true!” said Henry. “They were exciting!”
Worraps chirped her agreement, and Henry
wiggled with fun, as they thought of his exciting
adventures.
Then they were still, and Henry said, “Worraps,
now that my trip is nearly over, won’t I ever see you
again? Ever?”
“Yes,” said “Worraps. “Once more. I’ll flutter by the
kitchen window later, and wave you a last goodbye. And
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