CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE |
| MOTHERS TO MEN | [1] |
| I | [13] |
| II | [28] |
| III | [37] |
| IV | [64] |
| V | [95] |
| VI | [130] |
| VII | [169] |
| VIII | [195] |
| IX | [206] |
| X | [242] |
| XI | [264] |
| XII | [284] |
| XIII | [314] |
MOTHERS TO MEN
"Daddy!"
The dark was so thick with hurrying rain that the child's voice was drowned. So he splashed forward a few steps in the mud and puddles of the highway and plucked at the coat of the man tramping before. The man took a hand from a pocket and stooped somewhat to listen, still plodding ahead.
"Daddy! It's the hole near my biggest toe. My biggest toe went right through that hole an' it chokes my toe awful."
The man suddenly squatted in the mud, presenting a broad, scarcely distinguishable back.