The Soul of a Child by Edwin Björkman
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Keith had heard, but his mind was absorbed by the new idea.
"Well," said his mother, "I cannot take care of him properly. He is running down to that Gustafsson boy all time and most of the time I can't get him home again except by going for him." "Johan's mother said yesterday that I hadn't been there half an hour when you called for me," Keith broke in. "And then she said that I had better not come back if you don't think Johan good enough for to play with." "I don't say we are better than anybody else," said the mother, addressing herself to the aunt rather than to Keith. "But I don't know what he is doing when he is down there, and Johan seems such a clod that I can't see why Keith wants to play with him." "Why can't Johan come up here," asked Keith. "Because ...," said his mother, and got no further. "Yes," the aunt declared in a tone of absolute finality, "you must send him to school." No sooner had the aunt taken her leave than Keith assailed his mother with excited demands for further information. She took his head between her both hands and looked at him as if she would never see him again. "Only five," she said at last, "and already he wants to get away. A few years more--a few short years--and you will be gone for good, I suppose." |
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