Dorian went in and lighted the lamp and proceeded to get supper.
The mother came presently, carrying a bag of wool.

"A big herd of sheep went by this afternoon," she explained, "and they left a lot of fine wool on the barbed-wire fences.

See, I have gathered enough for a pair of stockings." She seated herself.
"You're tired," said Dorian.
"Yes." "Well, you sit and rest; I'll soon have the supper on the table." This was no difficult task, as the evening meal was usually a very simple one, and Dorian had frequently prepared it.

This evening as the mother sat there quietly she looked at her son with admiring eyes.

What a big boy he was getting to be! He had always been big, it seemed to her.