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WAR After some silence he says:

"Daddy, you ought to have told me!"

"Told you what?" I asks.

"That Jon loved—"

"That again!"

He sees me flare up and comes and puts his hand over my mouth, getting on his feet like an old man.

"Sh! Sh! It's not too late to make things right—some of them. Daddy, I'm sleepy! Don't wake me. Let me lie as late as I want. And tired—yes, actually tired! I've done nothing but loaf all my life—yet I'm tired. I never was so tired since I was born. Now, what do you think of that! Well—good-by, daddy."

"Good-by? You mean good night, not?"

Dave laughs and says:

"I'm thinking of morning to-night."

"Yes, that's so," says I, with a feeling in my breast. "We got to go to-morrow! And early!"

He didn't seem to be thinking of that.

"It is good to sleep when you are tired—so very tired! Mother! I'm thinking of my 302