He knew how he would miss Lovin Child when the storm cleared and he must take him away.

It did not seem right or just that he should give him into the keeping of strangers--and yet he must until the parents could have him back.

The black depths of their grief to-night Bud could not bring himself to contemplate.

Bad enough to forecast his own desolateness when Lovin Child was no longer romping up and down the dead line, looking where he might find some mischief to get into.

Bad enough to know that the cabin would again be a place of silence and gloom and futile resentments over little things, with no happy little man-child to brighten it.