Don't forget us, Toby, an' if you ever get the chance,
come an' see us. Goodby, Toby, goodby." And the kind hearted woman
kissed him again and again, and then turned her back resolutely
upon him, lest it should be bad luck to him if she again saw him
after saying goodby.
The skeleton's parting was not quite so demonstrative. He clasped
Toby's hand with one set of his fleshless fingers, while with the
other he wiped one or two suspicious looking drops of moisture from
his eyes as he said: "I hope you'll get along all right, my boy,
and I believe you will. You will get home to Uncle Daniel and
be happier than ever, for now you know what it is to be entirely
without a home. Be a good boy, mind your uncle, go to school, and
one of these days you'll make a good man. Goodby, my boy."
The tears were now streaming down Toby's face very rapidly; he
had not known, in his anxiety to get home, how very much he cared
for this strangely assorted couple, and now it made him feel very
miserable and wretched that he was going to leave them. He tried
to say something more, but the tears choked his utterance and he
left the tent quickly to prevent himself from breaking down entirely.
In order that his grief might not be noticed and the cause of it
suspected, Toby went out behind the tent, and, sitting there on a
stone, he gave way to the tears which he could no longer control.
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