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“Yes, honest.”
“Crost yer heart?”
“Yes,” said Sinton.
“Kin I take some to Jimmy and Belle?”
“If you'll come with me and be my boy, I'll see that they have plenty.”
“What will pa say?”
“Your pa is in that kind of sleep now where he won't wake up, Billy,” said Sinton. “I am pretty sure the law will give you to me, if you want to come.”
“When people don't ever wake up they're dead,” announced Billy. “Is my pa dead?”
“Yes, he is,” answered Sinton.
“And you'll take care of Jimmy and Belle, too?”
“I can't adopt all three of you,” said Sinton. “I'll take you, and see that they are well provided for. Will you come?”
“Yep, I'll come,” said Billy. “Let's eat, first thing we do.”
“All right,” agreed Sinton. “Come into this restaurant.” He lifted Billy to the lunch counter and ordered the clerk to give him as many glasses of milk as he wanted, and a biscuit. “I think there's going to be fried chicken when we get home, Billy,” he said, “so you just take the edge off now, and fill up later.”
While Billy lunched Sinton called up the different departments and notified the proper authorities ending with the Women's Relief Association. He sent a basket of food to Belle and Jimmy, bought Billy a pair of trousers, and a shirt, and went to bring Elnora.
“Why, Uncle Wesley!” cried the girl. “Where did you find Billy?”
“I've adopted him for the time being, if not longer,” replied Wesley Sinton.
“Where did you get him?”
“Well, young woman,” said Wesley Sinton, “Mr. Brownlee told me the history of your lunch box. It didn't seem so funny to me as it does to the rest of them; so I went to look up the father of Billy's family, and make him take care of them, or allow the law to do it for him. It will have to be the law.”
“He's deader than anything!” broke in Billy. “He can't ever take all the meat any more.”
“Billy!” gasped Elnora.
“Never you mind!” said Sinton. “A child doesn't say such things about a father who loved and raised him right. When it happens, the father alone is to blame. You won't hear Billy talk like that about me when I cross over.”
“You don't mean you are going to take him to keep!”
“I'll soon need help,” said Wesley. “Billy will come in just about right ten years from now, and if I raise him I'll have him the way I want him.”
“But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys,” objected Elnora.
“Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy. Anyway, as I remember she has had her way about everything at our house ever since we were married. I am going to please myself about Billy. Hasn't she always done just as she chose so far as you know? Honest, Elnora!”
“Honest!” replied Elnora. “You are beautiful to all of us, Uncle Wesley; but Aunt Margaret won't like Billy. She won't want him in her home.”
“In our home,” corrected Wesley.
“What makes you want him?” marvelled Elnora.
“God only knows,” said Sinton. “Billy ain't so beautiful, and he ain't so smart, I guess it's because he's so human. My heart goes out to him.”
“So did mine,” said Elnora. “I love him. I'd rather see him eat my lunch than have it myself any time.”
“What makes you like him?” asked Wesley.
“Why, I don't know,” pondered Elnora. “He's so little, he needs so much, he's got such splendid grit, and he's perfectly unselfish with his brother and sister. But we must wash him before Aunt Margaret sees him. I wonder if mother——”
“You needn't bother. I'm going to take him home the way he is,” said Sinton. “I want Maggie to see the worst of it.”
“I'm afraid——” began Elnora.
“So am I,” said Wesley, “but I won't give him up. He's taken a sort of grip on my heart. I've always been crazy for a boy. Don't let him hear us.”
“Don't let him be killed!” cried Elnora. During their talk Billy had wandered to the edge of the walk and barely escaped the wheels of a passing automobile in an effort to catch a stray kitten that seemed in danger.
Wesley drew Billy back to the walk, and held his hand closely. “Are you ready, Elnora?”
“Yes; you were gone a long time,” she said.
Wesley glanced at a package she carried. “Have to have another book?” he asked.
“No, I bought this for mother. I've had such splendid luck selling my specimens, I didn't feel right about keeping all the money for myself, so I saved enough from the Indian relics to get a few things I wanted. I would have liked to have gotten her a dress, but I didn't dare, so I compromised on a book.”
“What did you select, Elnora?” asked Wesley wonderingly.
“Well,” said she, “I have noticed mother always seemed interested in anything Mark Twain wrote in the newspapers, and I thought it would cheer her up a little, so I just got his 'Innocents Abroad.' I haven't read it myself, but I've seen mention made of it all my life, and the critics say it's genuine fun.”
“Good!” cried Sinton. “Good! You've made a splendid choice. It will take her mind off herself a lot. But she will scold you.”
“Of course,” assented Elnora. “But, possibly she will read it, and feel better. I'm going to serve her a trick. I am going to hide it until Monday, and set it on her little shelf of books the last thing before I go away. She must have all of them by heart. When, she sees a new one she can't help being glad, for she loves to read, and if she has all day to become interested, maybe she'll like it so she won't scold so much.”
“We are both in for it, but I guess we are prepared. I don't know what Margaret will say, but I'm going to take Billy home and see. Maybe he can win with her, as he did with us.”
Elnora had doubts, but she did not say anything more. When they started home Billy sat on the front seat. He drove with the hitching strap tied to the railing of the dash-board, flourished the whip, and yelled with delight. At first Sinton laughed with him, but by the time he left Elnora with several packages at her gate, he was looking serious enough.
Margaret was at the door as they drove up the lane. Wesley left Billy in the carriage, hitched the horses and went to explain to her. He had not reached her before she cried, “Look, Wesley, that child! You'll have a runaway!”
Wesley looked and ran. Billy was standing in the carriage slashing the mettlesome horses with the whip.
“See me make 'em go!” he shouted as the whip fell a second time.
He did make them go. They took the hitching post and a few fence palings, which scraped the paint from a wheel. Sinton missed the lines at the first effort, but the dragging post impeded the horses, and he soon caught them. He led them to the barn, and ordered Billy to remain in the carriage while he unhitched. Then leading Billy and carrying his packages he entered the yard.
“You run play a few minutes, Billy,” he said. “I want to talk to the nice lady.”
The nice lady was looking rather stupefied as Wesley approached her.
“Where in the name of sense did you get that awful child?” she demanded.
“He is a young gentleman