t was a wonderful address. A treat. A feast of good things. A
_spiritual_ feast."
Her son tried to lift his head. "Yes, mother," he said, "but you know
I've sometimes thought how good it would seem to see you in the house,
dressed for staying in instead of going out, and maybe sitting by the
window sewing, or in the kitchen paring apples, or lifting the lid from
a pot and letting the steam out in a cloud . . ."
"A survival of the male superstition that Woman was born into perpetual
bondage," was the crisp response.
It seemed to Everychild that some one ought to change the subject. He
tried. "It's really very interesting, Mother Hubbard," he said;
"and--and that's a very nice dog you've got!"
"Do you think so? Take him away with you--do! I see nothing nice
about him."
By this time her son could endure no more. "He's going to take him
away, mother," he said. "And he's going to take me, too. I just came
to tell you good-by."
For the first time the old lady was strangely quiet. She gasped an
instant and then she cried out angrily, "Good-by? And where are you
going?"
"I'm going with Everychild. We're going to find the truth."
His mother turned aside. "The boy is mad!" she said. Then facing him
again she demanded, "Do you know what the truth is? I'll tell you.
It's this: When you get hungry and come back home, standing with one
foot on top of the other outside my door, _you'll find the door shut_!"
There was an impressive silence for a moment, and then the Masked Lady
remarked tranquilly, "If he finds the truth, no door will ever be
closed to him again."
Then Tom, turning to Everychild, said--"Come, we'll go."
They left the house together. The little dog bounded after them. The
door swung to.
The old lady, clearly alarmed, went to the door as if she would open it
and cry out. But pride prevented her from doing so. She stood with
one hand on the wall, listening. And at last she did open the door;
but not a living creature was in sight.
CHAPTER XIV
MR. LITERAL'S WARNING
Everychild was in a high state of excitement as he and Tom made their
way back to where the other members of the band awaited them.
He had scarcely dared to hope that Tom would be able to get away from
his mother so easily. She had seemed really terrible. But now there
was little danger of her overtaking them and making her son go back.
He was delighted that there was to be a new member of the
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