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I'm liable to wrap mommie in a blanket and crawl out the window, some night, and hit the trail for home. I believe I could cure her quicker right on the ranch. I wish I'd never brought her here; I believe it's just a scheme of the doctors to get money out of us. I know my poultices did just as much good as their old dope does. "And this is Christmas, almost. I wonder what you'll be doing.
The doctor told her, however, in plain English that mommie was well over this attack whatever it was and that she need only be kept quiet for a few days and given the medicine whatever that was that he had left. "It does seem as if everything is all muffled up in mystery!" she complained, when he drove away.
I'm the one that was goin' to be prompt at dinner, too!" she added, with a superintending glance for all the children, as she tied on little John's napkin. F.X. Costello, Senior, undertaker by profession, and mayor by an immense majority, was already at the head of the table. "Late, eh, Mommie?" said he, good-naturedly.
It was going to be awkward, her coming there on his heels, one might say. She remembered for the first time her statement that she had to help mommie and so could not take the time to ride even a mile with him!
She saw through the vagueness of the doctors; and besides, she was so hungry for her hills that she felt like beating the doctors with her fists, because they did nothing to make her mommie well enough to go home. She grew to hate the nurse and her neutral cheerfulness. That is how the fall passed for Billy Louise, and the early part of the winter.
And I wish," he added quizzically, "you'd spare me some of that sympathy you've got going to waste. I'm a poor lonesome devil working away to get a stake, and you know why. I don't have nobody to give me a kind word, and I don't have no fun nor nothing, nohow. Come on and ride a mile or two!" "I have to help mommie," said Billy Louise, which was not true. "Well, if you won't, darn it, don't!"
He did not expect an answer to his letter at least he told himself that he did not but one day Phoebe gave him a thin little letter more precious in his eyes than the biggest nugget he had found. Billy Louise did not write much; she explained that she could only scribble a line or two while mommie slept. Mommie was about the same.
"Oh, I don't think you ought, do you, Dad?" said Teresa, gravely. "Do you think she ought, Mommie? That's just like her pouring her holy water over the kitten. You oughtn't to do those things." "I ought to," said Alanna, in a whisper that reached only her father's ear. "You suit me, whatever you do," said Mayor Costello; "and Mrs. Church can take her chances with the rest of us." Mrs.
He came forward and took Blue by the bridle when she dismounted, which was still more unusual, for Billy Louise always cared for her own horse both from habit and preference. "Yor mommie, she's sick," he announced stolidly. "She's worry you maybe hurt yoreself. Yo better go, maybe." Billy Louise did not answer, but ran up the path to the cabin.
He paused a moment on the summit and looked back at the town of Greenwald, then almost ran down the road to his home. He whistled his old greeting whistle. "Here, David, I'm on the porch," came his mother's voice. "Mommie," he cried gaily as he took her into his arms, "I knew you'd be looking for me." Then for the first time since his father's death he heard his mother sob.
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