He was going home where his father could find him if he should ever want him.

Mr.Higgins, we--we CAN'T let him go off like that.

Why, the child would die up there alone in those dreadful woods, even if he could get there in the first place--which I very much doubt." "Yes, of course, of course," muttered Higgins, with a thoughtful frown.
"There's his letter, too.

Say!" he added, brightening, "what'll you bet that letter won't fetch him?
He seems to think the world and all of his daddy.

Here," he directed, turning to Mrs.Holly, "you tell my wife to tell--better yet, you telephone Mollie yourself, please, and tell her to tell the boy we've got a letter here for him from his father, and he can have it if he'll come back.".
"I will, I will," called Mrs.Holly, over her shoulder, as she hurried into the house.