![]() 'Here I am!' cried Willie in the parlor door.Īnna looked like she was going to cry. ![]() In the living-room sat Anna and Steve, their clothes painfully neat. 'All right!' And he went down the stairs, grunting and smiling. There, as always, was his look of the angel and the innocent, which might never, in the years of his life, change. In his bureau mirror he saw a face made of June dandelions and July apples and warm summer-morning milk. And he would go on, perhaps to Iowa, perhaps to Kansas, perhaps even to California a small boy twelve years old with a birth certificate in his valise to show he had been born forty-three years ago. Then Fox Hill, Illinois, would be left far off in his past. ![]() His suitcase was packed, his shoes were shined, his hair was brushed, he had expressly washed behind his ears, and it remained only for him to go down the stairs, out the front door, and up the street to the small-town station where the train would make a stop for him alone. But of course he was going away, there was nothing else to do, the time was up, the clock had run out, and he was going very far away indeed. ![]()
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