"Oh, my boy!" said my mother, and then she began to cry like a good one.
"Pulse is pretty well," said the doctor, feeling of my wrist.
Then I looked at Guy, and Guy looked at me, and we both began to laugh.
"All right," said Dr. Henry, rubbing his glasses up; "he's all right, Mrs. Bartlett."
And so I was, only dizzy a little, and headachy where the hub of one of Mr. Pressy's wagon wheels had hit me.
Well, when we went out of the little Hollander house, there was the Governor's carriage stopped right in front, only I and Guy we didn't know 'twas the Governor's then. And the whole procession had stopped; and when we went out, you never heard such a cheer as the folks gave, just as if we'd done something big. They swung their hats—and the Governor did too—and hurrahed like all possessed for "Bartlett & Arnold." Because, you see, that Hollander woman she told the Commissioner what the fuss was all about, and he got up on a wagon and told it in English to the crowd, and the ones that could hear told the ones that couldn't, and my mother said when it came to her she thought she must faint. But she didn't; she wouldn't be so foolish.
So the folks cheered, and laughed a little, when they looked at our sign. And something swelled up big and hard in my throat, till I almost cried; but not because I was sorry. Guy almost did too. And my mother kept tight hold of my hand, and choked, and said:
"Now you'll come with me, Roy; I can't leave you here again."
Mrs. Arnold said so too. But I and Guy we said we'd got to sell our things, because we couldn't afford to lose ten dollars, could we? And there was the pony, too.
So we went over to the tent, and our mothers with us. And it seems as if everybody understood, for they came in and bought things until we had more than fifteen dollars, and not a gingerbread or anything left.