“There isn’t anything else,—I just had to.”
“Tell what you said and what he said. Go ahead.”
“You know all about—”
“Go ahead!”
Russy rocked himself back and forth in his agony. It was dreadful to have to say it all over again.
“Well, then,” doggedly, “Jeffy said my mother never did, but his did—oh, always!”
“Did what—oh, always?”
Russy clinched his little round fingers till the bones cracked under the soft flesh.
“Kissed him good-night—went up to his room a-purpose to, an’—an’—tucked him in. Oh, always, he said. He said mine never did. An’ I said—”
“You said—go ahead!”