“Don’tyousee，Billy，thereissolittleworkatthisstationthatI’dbelookingoutofthewindowalldayjustthepitifulwayyoudo？“
“Oh!“Billypondered。“AndsoIsaidtoLin，“hecontinued，“whydidn’thesenddownhisownclothes，too，an’letyoufix’emall。AndHoneyWigginlaughedrightinhiscoffee-cupsoitallsploshedout。AndthecookheaskedmeifmotherusedtomendLin’sclothes。ButIguessshechucked’emlikeshealwaysdidfather’sandmine。Iwaswithfather，youknow，whenmotherwasmarriedtoLinthattime。“Hepausedagain，whilehisthoughtsandfearsstruggled。“ButLinsaysIneedn’tevergoback，“
hewenton，reasoningandconfidingtoher。“Lindon’tlikemotheranymore，Iguess。“Hisponderinggrewstilldeeper，andhelookedatJessamineforsomewhile。Thenhisfacewakenedwithanewtheory。“Don’tLinlikeyouanymore？“heinquired。
“Oh，“criedJessamine，crimsoning，“yes!Why，hesentyoutome!“
“Well，hegothotincampwhenIsaidthataboutsendinghisclothestoyou。Hequitsupperprettysoon，andwentawayoffawalking。Andthat’sanothertimetheysaidIwastooyoung。ButLindon’tcometoseeyouanymore。“