He would never be her baby; there would be a difference, even while she held him in her arms and him rocked him to sleep.
She knew that it was so, when the Kid insisted, next day, upon going home with the bunch; with Andy, rather, who was just now the Kid's particular hero.

He had to help the bunch he said; they needed him, and Andy needed him and Miss Allen needed him.
"Aw, you needn't be scared, Doctor Dell," he told her shrewdly.

"I ain't going to find them brakes any more.

I'll stick with the bunch, cross my heart, and I'll come back tonight if you're scared 'theut me.

Honest to gran'ma, I've got to go and help the bunch lick the stuffen' outa them nesters, Doctor Dell." The Little Doctor looked at him strangely, hugged him tight--and let him go.