Whenever he was tired or hungry—his only causes of low spirits—Peewee thought of Mrs. Markyn. The certainty which had been made plain to him that his existence was a misfortune to her had determined him never to go where she might see him. He did not want her to be unhappy. As to his father, the most definite feeling he had toward him was anger. He had not wanted any parents, and had even felt a superiority over other boys who had relatives who could forbid them to do the things they wanted. It was clear to him that his father threatened his liberty more actively than the agents of the Juvenile Court ever had done. His father had more personal interest in discovering him than any agents; and the least that this discovery possibly could mean was that Peewee
