As Wesley put the small shirt on the boy, and fastened the trousers, he was ready to reset the hitching post and mend the fence without a word.
"Now am I clean ?" asked Billy.
"Yes, you are clean outside," said Wesley.

"There is some dirty blood in your body, and some bad words in your mouth, that we have to get out, but that takes time.

If we put right things to eat into your stomach that will do away with the sores, and if you know that I don't like bad words you won't say them any oftener than you can help, will you Billy ?" Billy leaned against Wesley in apparent indifference.
"I want to see me!" he demanded.
Wesley led the boy into the house, and lifted him to a mirror.
"My, I'm purty good-looking, ain't I ?" bragged Billy.

Then as Wesley stooped to set him on the floor Billy's lips passed close to the big man's ear and hastily whispered a vehement "No!" as he ran for the door.
"How long until supper, Margaret ?" asked Wesley as he followed.
"You are going to keep him for supper ?" she asked "Sure!" said Wesley.

"That's what I brought him for.