"Don't cry, Hermy!" he pleaded. "Oh, don't cry, I--I can't bear it. You
know I love you best in the world--ah, don't cry, dear. I--I'll hunt up
a job first thing--honest I will--"
"But your clothes are so very shabby!" she sobbed, "and oh, boy dear,
I have only just enough to--pay our rent this month--so I can't get you
any more--yet, dear!"
"Hermy," said he brokenly, "oh, Hermy, you make me feel so mean
I--I--One sure thing you're never goin' t' spend your money on clothes
for me any more--? the money you work so hard for! Never any more,
Hermy dear. You've done enough for me, I guess, an' now it's up t' me
to help you and--and--oh, Gee!" Here Spike's voice broke altogether,
whereupon Hermione, quite forgetting her own sorrows and worries, fell
to soothing and comforting him as she had done many and many a time
during his motherless childhood.
"Say, Hermy," said he at last, his tear-stained cheek pillowed on her
soft, round bosom, "you won't think me a--an awful kid for--for cryin',
will you?"
"I think I love you all the better, boy dear, and--I'm sure it has done
us both good," and, smiling down at him through her tears, she kissed
him.
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