By-and-by the chimneys of the house hove in sight among the ridges, and he ran toward it.
But within a gunshot of the white garden-wall his breast swelled suddenly and he flung himself on the ground and let the big tears run.

They made little pits in the moving sand; and more sand drifted up and covered them.
"Taffy! Taffy! Whatever has become of the child ?" His mother was standing by the gate in her print frock.

He scrambled up and ran toward her.

She cried out at the sight of him, but he hid his blood-smeared face against her skirts.
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