"They are with kind people who gave them a fine supper, a clean bed, and
will always take good care of them."

"I wisht I was--" Billy hesitated and looked earnestly at Wesley. "I
mean I wish they was here."

"You are about all I can manage, Billy," said Wesley.

Billy sat up. "Can't she manage anything?" he asked, waving toward
Margaret.

"Indeed, yes," said Wesley. "She has managed me for twenty years."

"My, but she made you nice!" said Billy. "I just love you. I wisht she'd
take Jimmy and Belle and make them nice as you."

"She isn't strong enough to do that, Billy. They will grow into a good
boy and girl where they are."

Billy slid from Wesley's arms and walked toward Margaret until he
reached the middle of the room. Then he stopped, and at last sat on the
floor. Finally he lay down and closed his eyes. "This feels more like my
bed; if only Jimmy and Belle was here to crowd up a little, so it wasn't
so alone like."

"Won't I do, Billy?" asked Wesley in a husky voice.

Billy moved restlessly. "Seems like--seems like toward night as if a
body got kind o' lonesome for a woman person--like her."