He took that stinging medicine with the grit of a bulldog.

He is just a bully little chap, and I love him." "Oh good heavens!" cried Margaret, going into the house as she spoke.
Sinton sat still.

At last Billy tired of the swing, came to him and leaned his slight body against the big knee.
"Am I going to sleep here ?" he asked.
"Sure you are!" said Sinton.
Billy swung his feet as he laid across Wesley's knee.

"Come on," said Wesley, "I must clean you up for bed." "You have to be just awful clean here," announced Billy.

"I like to be clean, you feel so good, after the hurt is over." Sinton registered that remark, and worked with especial tenderness as he redressed the ailing places and washed the dust from Billy's feet and hands.
"Where can he sleep ?" he asked Margaret.
"I'm sure I don't know," she answered.
"Oh, I can sleep ist any place," said Billy.