Betsy Whitefoot 8l 
It was unnecessary for Jack to administer the 
caution, for the lad was no stranger to me ; indeed 
he was the very boy who pelted me with stones on 
that hapless day when I strayed away from my 
mother. I never forgot him, for from time to time 
I would see him pass our house, usually puffing 
away at a cigarette, and accompanied by rough 
looking hard-faced boys. 
Jack could not restrain himself from telling all 
that was in his heart about the dreadful Mortons. 
Said he : “ Last winter Will went on a journey 
with his uncle, and he promised faithfully to write 
to his mother twice a week. But during four 
weeks he never wrote her even a postal card. And 
many a Sunday when his mother thinks he is in 
Sunday-school, I have seen him out in the alley 
with his companions, smoking and listening to rude 
stories. It all goes to show that he has as little 
respect for her feelings as she has for those of her 
cat.” 
I was strongly tempted to tell Jack my own ex- 
perience with Will Morton, but I felt that he had 
enough of heaviness on his mind, and I tried my 
best to think of something pleasant. I told him 
how kindly mistress had received Betsy, and how 
