"Good-night."
William hung up the receiver and went upstairs to bed. He held his untidy carrotty head erect. On his freckled face was a softened expression—nearly as good as a smile—he wore his table-cloth with an almost jaunty air.
He was himself again.
The End.
Transcriber's Notes:
Variations in spelling and hyphenation are retained.
Punctuation has been retained as published.