And it was just that little remark which showed the effects
of the week's outing upon his simple mind. He had certainly not
received any particular training or instruction; he had been in some
measure a participant but mostly a bashful and amused witness of his
companions' adventures and a silent listener to their talk.
He had heard them all speak of their parents and of how this or that
plan might be approved or disapproved at home. He had heard them
discuss whether their parents would probably expect them home on Sunday
night or early Monday morning. Perhaps it was not a sense of dutiful
obedience, but rather a certain budding pride in the bosom of Keekie
Joe, which caused him to make the remark which surprised them.
He would let them know that he too had a parent, though no one had
thought to speak of his parents. If he could not have clothes like
them at least he could have obligations like them. Perhaps the true
spirit of obedience was not in him. But the point is that the poor
little wretch had discovered a certain pride within himself and wished
to boast of a restraint which a week previously he would have ignored.
He too had someone who was interested in his goings and comings. So he
said,
"Me mudder sez I dasn' go swimmin' widout she leaves me."
It was strange how Keekie Joe, who had disregarded his poor mother's
wishes on so many occasions, should present her now to his new friends.
He did not have any of the things which they had, bicycles, tents,
cooking sets, radio sets; but one thing he had as well as they, a
mother.
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