FATHERS AND MOTHERS AND THINGS LIKE THAT The Lady Who Likes Little Boys took Bobby into the house to get him ready while the man was bringing the 'mobile out to the gate. The car was waiting long before the Lady had Bobby ready. She was very slow about it; first she held him tight and ran her fingers through his hair; then she put his hat on, and took it off to smooth his hair again. Next she brushed his clothes. Finally she put the puppy in his arms and gathered up all the presents which Bobby was to take with him. There came a sudden honking from the "Aren't you coming with us, Alice?" asked the man. "The ride will do you good." "No," she replied, "the day is over for me. "Why, the sun hasn't not gone to bed—quite," said Bobby, for the edge of the round, red ball in the West had not yet touched the horizon. "All right, son, we're off," said the man and honked the horn, and the wheels began to go slowly 'round. "Wait, Alfred!" called his wife in an unsteady voice and her hands went out quickly towards Bobby. The 'mobile came to a sudden stop, the Lady opened the door and snatched Bobby out and to her breast. "I can't let you go, Bobby. They wouldn't celebrate your birthday at the Home. They wouldn't know how." "I'm afraid it wouldn't be much like a birthday there; not after this one," said the man. The Lady put Bobby down and he seized the opportunity to readjust his hold on the puppy and to look into his blouse pocket to see if the precious bit of paper was still there. "May I, Alfred?" he heard the Lady Who Likes Little Boys saying to the man in the 'mobile. "Alice!" cried the man. "I love you a thousand times better than ever!" That seemed a very funny sort of answer to Bobby; there was no sense in it. He looked up and found the Lady's arms held out to him. "Bobby, would you like to stay with us and be my little boy? Then, every year when your birthday comes, we could celebrate it together." Bobby's eyes glistened. He looked from her to the man and back again. They were both smiling at him. "Will you be my mothers, then?" "Yes, dear, I'll be your mother." Then, forgetting all about the puppy, which fell to the ground with a surprised little yelp, Bobby rushed to the Lady Who Likes Little Boys and threw his arms passionately about her neck as she knelt to receive him. They both squeezed just as Bobby sighed with complete happiness. He had found a birthdays and already that magical thing was bringing him all sorts of presents—puppies and perk-wizits and "glassies" and mothers and perhaps curly-tailed little pigs to buy him an edge-cation. He hugged the Lady again. "Well, son, you seem to like mothers." Bobby looked up and saw that the Man with the Pocketful of Quarters had climbed out of the 'mobile and was standing over them. "Yes'm," replied Bobby and twined his fingers in the soft hair at the back of the Lady's neck. "And fathers, too?" smiled the lady. Bobby drew back and looked at her with shining eyes. "Have I fathers, too?" "Yes, dear. You will love him because he likes little boys, too." Bobby thought that over, then looked up with a shy smile at the man. "The Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy?" he asked. "No, dear," said his mothers, "not that man—The Man with the Pocketful of "Why he's the Man Who Lets You Play with the Puppy, too!" said Bobby, anticipating the fact. "Already he's found me out!" laughed the man. Smilingly, Bobby held out his hand to his fathers. THE END Bobby being carried by man and lady Transcriber's Notes: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. Page 32, "did'nt" changed to "didn't" (I didn't think about) Page 52, "and" changed to "an" (things, an edge-cation) Page 53, "fathers" changed to "father" (The father of the boy) |