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"I’ve come back, Mother. "

"Very well," said Mrs. Ericson.

Eric leaned over and picked up a little stick out of the grass.

"How about the milking?" he faltered.

"That’s been done, hours ago. "

"Who did you get?"

"Get? I did it myself. I can milk as good as any of you. "

Eric slid along the step nearer to her. "Oh, Mother, why did you?" he asked sorrowfully. "Why didn’t you get one of Otto’s boys?"

"I didn’t want anybody to know I was in need of a boy," said Mrs. Ericson bitterly. She looked straight in front of her and her mouth tightened. "I always meant to give you the home farm," she added.

The boy started and slid closer. "Oh, Mother," he faltered, "I don’t care about the farm. I came back because I thought you might be needing me, maybe. " He hung his head and got no further.

"Very well," said Mrs. Ericson. Her hand went out from her suddenly and rested on his head. Her fingers twined themselves in his soft, pale hair. His tears splashed down on the boards; happiness filled his heart.