She jumped up and seized him in her arms.
“Promise me that if I tell you all—all, Jimmy, when you are fifteen—promise me—will you be patient now—with poor mother, who loves you so?” And she kissed him fondly again and again.
He looked into her eyes and saw all her suffering there.
The bitterness went out of his.
“I'll promise, mother,” he said simply, and walked back into his little room.