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He
went
out
to
walk
to
the
canal
to
fetch
a
bucket
of
clear
water
to
wash
in
.
At
the
front
door
he
almost
knocked
young
Tom
down
carrying
in
a
bucket
already
filled
to
the
brim
.
"
Good
morning
,
Father
!
"
"
Morning
Tom
.
"
The
old
man
fell
aside
.
The
young
boy
,
barefooted
,
hurried
across
the
room
,
set
the
bucket
down
,
and
turned
,
smiling
.
"
It
’
s
a
fine
day
!
"
"
Yes
,
it
is
,
"
said
the
old
man
incredulously
.
The
boy
acted
as
if
nothing
was
unusual
.
He
began
to
wash
his
face
with
the
water
.
The
old
man
moved
forward
.
"
Tom
,
how
did
you
get
here
?
You
’
re
alive
?
"
"
Shouldn
’
t
I
be
?
"
The
boy
glanced
up
.
"
But
,
Tom
,
Green
Lawn
Park
,
every
Sunday
,
the
flowers
and
…
"
LaFarge
had
to
sit
down
.
The
boy
came
and
stood
before
him
and
took
his
hand
.
The
old
man
felt
of
the
fingers
,
warm
and
firm
.
"
You
’
re
really
here
,
it
’
s
not
a
dream
?
"
"
You
do
want
me
to
be
here
,
don
’
t
you
?
"
The
boy
seemed
worried
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
Tom
!
"
"
Then
why
ask
questions
?
Accept
me
!
"
"
But
your
mother
;
the
shock
…
"
