“I’m happy now,” he added.
Teenie spoke not.
She was awed into silence, for in the waning light she could see a change spread over the poor boy’s face.
He just held back his head, his face to the sky, and smiled in the old droll way, then——
When Leona came up a few minutes later she found Teenie sitting there, her face buried in the coverlet, and sobbing as if her heart would break.
She still held Johnnie’s hand.
But Johnnie had gone home.
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Of all the burials that had taken place at sea, that of Johnnie Smart was the saddest by far.