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Page 21
"My gosh!" said Beany. It gave him a queer feeling.
"No," said the Colonel, "he is done for. Now, boys, take a day
off. Go home and see your mothers."
He played with the pen on his desk for a moment.
"Boys, I am going to tell you something. I am fifty-eight years
old and I don't want you to forget what I tell you. Whatever you
do, whatever gain, wherever you go, remember one thing. Don't
neglect your mothers. No true man will. As long as you live, or
as long as your mothers live, you will seem just little boys to
them. They never think that you grow up. When you were little
shavers, your mothers did for you more than any one else in the
world would do. They did things that a father would do about
once. Then he would be ready to give up his job. But your
mothers went right on day after day, year after year, doing hard,
thankless, disagreeable things. I bet you get this preached to
you a lot, boys, but I want to say it to you, too. If you are
away from them, write a letter, a real letter once each week. It
is not much to do. Do it, boys! And don't forget the kisses.
If you kiss your mother every time you come into the house or
leave it, you will still have all you want for your sweethearts
when you get 'em. Begin to-night when you go home. Will you?"
"Yes, sir," promised the Potter twins huskily.
No word came from Asa. The Colonel looked at him. "And you?" he
said.
Asa swallowed convulsively. A tear glistened on the tip of his
pale, thin nose. He nodded violently; then the words came.
"Oh, yes!" he said.
CHAPTER VII
HOME AGAIN
After all it was a sort of lark to be off duty and go bumming
around the fairgrounds without a single thing to worry about
except where the formula was. Certainly if the Wolf had it, it
had gone off for a little airing, because as the boys came out of
the Colonel's office they saw Captain DuChassis being driven out
of the fairgrounds in an automobile. They could scarcely give
chase, and they had been left out of the raid that was planned.
So there was nothing for them to do but chase around and see
things, and the sun was setting when the boys turned into the
walk leading under the double row of fir trees, up to their
house. Home, not seen for four days, looked good to the Potter
twins. The dining room was lighted, and their father sat reading
the evening paper. Mrs. Potter was "dishin' up." She made swift
journeys to the kitchen, and returned each time with both hands
full of steaming dishes. The boys took a look, and made a dash
for the door.
The Colonel had talked wisely and well. Porky attacked his
father from the rear, and strangled him in a bear's hug, knocking
off his glasses.
Beany had his mother round the neck too, but not so roughly.
He kissed her hurriedly on the ear and then on the check and
lips. Then he released her as Porky came bolting around the
table. Mr. Potter, grinning with happiness, was feeling on the
floor for his glasses; Mrs. Potter's eyes bright with joy.
"Why, how you do take on! Dear me suz!"
"Gee, but it's good to get home!" said the twins together. Porky
went back and sat on the arm of his father's chair. Beany
followed his mother into the kitchen. She had hurried out to
wipe her eyes.
"Didn't think we'd be home, did you, mom?" asked Beany,
pretending to look in the sugar bowl.
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