You know what Lucette did to Elizabeth? I
think she hit her head too hard. She gave me more cake, and said I was a
good boy for saying the ice made her sick, but all the time I thought it
was hitting her head. I wouldn't be the boy who said that again, if I had
to be shot for _not_ saying it, like the French boy was about the
soldiers. 'Member that day?"
"Yes I do," said Malcolm shortly.
"You know you coaxed her off the bench, and I pushed her in!" said James,
slowly.
"Yes," said Malcolm. "And I kicked her. And I wasn't mad at her a bit. I
wonder _why_ I did it!"
"I guess you did it because you were more of an animal than a decent boy,
same as I pushed her," said James. "I guess I won't ever forget that I
pushed her."
"Pushing her wasn't as bad as what I did," said Malcolm. "I guess ain't
either one of us going to feel right about Elizabeth again, long as we
live."
"Malcolm, we can't get her back," said James, "but if any way happens that
we ever get another little sister, we'll take care of her like father
_wanted to_.
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