Fletcher rose, puffed his chest, pulled at the lapels of his coat and said,  'Why!  I thought I was in the company of children, madam!  I am very pleased to meet you!  Sycamore Fletcher, at your service."  Fletcher bowed.    "May I escort you to the building?  Maybe we can hold the little girl's hands.  Make like we're a family."<br/><br/>