"We will be home Saturday afternoon," said Beany. "And I do
think we had better go pretty soon. I think we'd better take
that paper over to Colonel Bright. Don't you think so, Porky?"

Porky put the paper in his breast pocket and buttoned the flap.

"We'll be home for good now, before you know it," said Beany.
"Mr. Leffingwell says we are to return to his apartments to stay
the rest of the nights. He has a swell place in town. So we are
to go as far as Mr. Leffingwell's in the Colonel's car when he
goes home. Some class to us, don't you say so, mom? Guess we'd
better hike, folkses," he said. "Bye!"

The boys started for the door, then turned and gave Pop Potter
another bear hug, and kissed their mother with a tenderness that
seemed to deepen with every caress.

"Seems like it does 'em good to go off," said pop huskily.

"I won't say that," said mom loyally. "They was always the
nicest boys I ever did see if they was mine; but they do seem
sort of different. Sort of lovin'er, like they was when they was
little. I can't say, Ben, that I ain't missed it. Seems real
pleasant to have 'em let on how much they think. It makes me
feel reel good. Dear me suz!" said Mrs. Potter simply. She took
up her sewing and sat busily working. Once in awhile she hummed
a little tune.

Pop Potter watched her slyly over his paper, but said nothing.