The boy shut his little teeth, and said never a word though he twisted occasionally when the soap struck a raw spot.

Margaret watched the process from the window in amazed and ever-increasing anger.

Where did Wesley learn it?
How could his big hands be so gentle?
He came to the door.
"Have you got any peroxide ?" he asked.
"A little," she answered stiffly.
"Well, I need about a pint, but I'll begin on what you have." Margaret handed him the bottle.

Wesley took a cup, weakened the drug and said to Billy: "Man, these sores on you must be healed.

Then you must eat the kind of food that's fit for little men.