But William did not understand him.
"There! there!" he said, soothingly. "I guess you're gettin' tired." He led Robert back and put him to bed.
"I'd know but we was a little brash about goin' out," William said to him, as Robert lay there smiling up at him.
"Oh, I'm all right now," the sick man said.
"Matie," the alien cried, when William had gone, "we know our neighbors now, don't we? We never can hate or ridicule them again."
"Yes, Robert. They never will be caricatures again—to me."