It came softly while he was asleep." "It ist came softly ?" "Yes." "I kind o' wisht he wasn't dead!" said Billy.

"'Course I like to stay with you, and the fried chicken, and the nice soft bed, and--and everything, and I like to be clean, but he took us to the show, and he got us gum, and he never hurt us when he wasn't drunk." Billy drew a deep breath, and tightly closed his eyes.

But very soon they opened.

Then he sat up.

He looked at Wesley pitifully, and then he glanced at Margaret.