“‘JUST THINK! HE NEVER HAS HAD ONE GOOD TIME.’”
But Sonny Boy’s heart ached with pity for the poor, humpbacked, shrunken fellow, whose face looked like a little old man’s. And Lena leaned over Sonny Boy’s shoulder and whispered:
“Just think! He never has had one good time!” she said.
“You can have them!” said Sonny Boy, although he had to swallow a great lump in his throat.
He got away as soon as he could then, for fear he should cry, Otto making him promise that he would come again just as soon as he could.
The delightful little glow at Sonny Boy’s heart, such as you always feel when you have made any one happy, was queerly mixed with the grief of losing his white mice.
When he got to the entrance door he found that Polly had been shut up in a dark closet, because she whooped and shouted so that the boy in buttons had not been able to keep her out upon the grounds.
When Sonny Boy took her again into his arms and started to go back, just as he had come away, he almost wished that Aunt Kate had borrowed some other one of the Plummers!