would suppose a six year old would be about right."
Peewee breathed deeply with the realization that it did not seem probable they would buy clothes for a boy whose body they were going to dispose of. He recalled that his father, on first learning of his existence, had spoken only of sending him away. He felt now that, if it would help Mrs. Markyn, he would be willing to be sent away. Wherever he might be sent he would save his money, as Beman had saved his.
Subsequently, grown up and no longer afraid of what people could do to him, he would return, very wealthy, and see Mrs. Markyn.
He heard his father leave the house, and later heard Sallet at the telephone, but could not make out what he said. He planned, while they waited for his father to come back, the particulars of his return in later years to see Mrs. Markyn—himself as good-looking as his father, as forceful as Beman, a person in elegantly fitting clothes, topped with a silk hat, and riding in a brilliant limousine. His father
