Jack looked at her oddly, but his eyes went immediately to her dresser and the purse lying where she had carelessly laid it down on coming home from one of her quests for impurity which she might purify.
She had a little more than forty-two dollars in her purse, and Jack took all of it and went back to his room.

There, he issued a check to her for that amount--unwittingly overdrawing his balance at the bank to do so--and wrote this note to his mother: "Dear Mother: "I borrowed some money from you, and I am leaving this check to cover the amount.

I am going on a fishing trip.

Maybe to Mexico where dad made his stake.

Thanks for the car today.
"Your son, "Jack." He took check and note to her room and placed them on her purse to the tune of her snoring, looked at her with a certain wistfulness for the mothering he had never received from her, and went away.
He climbed out of the house as he had climbed in, and cut across lots until he had reached a street some distance from his own neighborhood.
Then keeping carefully in the shadows, he took the shortest route to the S.P.depot.