Маленькие мужчины / Little men. Уровень 4

No one answered, nothing appeared, and they went back much disappointed.

Mrs. Bhaer sat sewing, for the big basket was always piled with socks, full of portentous holes, and thinking of the lost boy. She had decided that baby had been mistaken, and did not even disturb Mr. Bhaer, for he was busy writing letters. It was past ten when she rose to shut up the house. As she paused a minute to enjoy the lovely scene from the steps, something white caught her eye on one of the hay-cocks scattered over the lawn.

He looked ragged, dirty, thin, and worn-out. One foot was bare, the other was tied up in the old jacket which he had taken from his own back to use as a clumsy bandage for some hurt. He had hidden himself behind the hay-cock, but in his sleep had thrown out the arm that had betrayed him. He sighed and muttered as if his dreams disturbed him, and once when he moved, he groaned as if in pain, but still slept.

“He must not lie here,” said Mrs. Bhaer and gently called his name. He opened his eyes and looked at her, as if she was a part of his dream, for he smiled and said drowsily, “Mother Bhaer, I’ve come home.”

The look, the words, touched her very much. She put her hand under his head to lift him up,

“I’m glad to see you, Dan.”

He suddenly remembered where he was.

“I will leave in the morning. I only stopped to look at the house, as I went by.”

“But why not come in, Dan? Didn’t you hear us call you? Teddy saw, and cried for you.”

“I didn’t suppose you’d let me in,” he said.

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