And his name is n't Benson any more than mine . When I called him ` Chester Benson ' out there in the cow-yard , he stared at me fer half a minute ` sif I 'd called him Nebuchadnezzar . '' When bedtime came , Miss Salome took Chester up to a room whose whiteness and daintiness quite took away the breath of a lad who had been used to sleeping in garrets or hired men 's kitchen chambers all his life . Later on Miss Salome came in to see if he was comfortable , and stood , with her candle in her hand , looking down very kindly at the thin , shrewd little face on the pillow . `` I hope you 'll sleep real well here , Chester , '' she said . `` I had a little boy once who used to sleep here . You -- you look like him . Good night . '' She bent over him and kissed his forehead . Chester had never been kissed by anyone before , so far as he could remember . Something came up in his throat that felt about as big as a pumpkin . At the same moment he wished he could have told Miss Salome the whole truth about himself . I might tell her in the morning , he thought , as he watched her figure passing out of the little porch chamber . But on second thought he decided that this would never do . He felt sure she would disapprove of his running away , and would probably insist upon his going straight back to Upton or , at least , informing Aunt Harriet of his whereabouts . No , he could not tell her . Clemantiny was an early riser , but when she came into the kitchen the next morning the fire was already made and Chester was out in the yard with three of the five cows milked . `` Humph ! '' said Clemantiny amiably . `` New brooms sweep clean . ''
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