“We’ll hope so,” said Fenn. “So you haven’t any idea where he is?”
“Not the least. He used to say he wanted to see New York, as I suppose all boys do. But I hardly believe he is there. I wish I knew where he was. He should come home, pride or not, no matter if he hasn’t a cent.”
“New York,” murmured Ned. “I expect to go there soon. I might see Willie.”
“Oh! If you only could!” exclaimed Jane. “Tell him to come home at once. You can easily recognize him. He has a little red scar on his right cheek. He fell and cut himself on a stone when he was a baby.”
“New York is a big place,” said Mrs. Perry. “You are not very likely to see my boy. But if you should—tell him his mother prays for him—every night!” and, unable to keep her feelings in control the widow burst into tears.
It was rather an awkward moment for the boys, but little Mary saved the day.
“I’m going to New York!” she exclaimed. “I’m goin’ right now with these nice boys. They can pull me on their sled!” and she ran to get her bonnet and cloak.
This raised a laugh, and Mrs. Perry recovered her composure.
“Not now, dear,” she said. “Sometime, maybe,” and she smiled through her tears.
“Well, we must be going,” remarked Fenn. “We’re ever so much obliged to you.”