You made my mommer cry -- I saw you . I 'm only Bobbles now , but when I grow up I 'll be Charles Henry Hayden and you wo n't dare to make my mommer cry then . '' Harrington smiled grimly . `` So you 're the lad who forgets to shut the pigpen gate , are you ? Come out here and let me see you . Who is in there with you ? '' `` Ted is . He 's littler than me . But I wo n't come out . I do n't like you . G'way home . '' Harrington obeyed . He went home and to work in his garden . But work as hard as he would , he could not forget Mary Hayden 's grieved face . `` I was a brute ! '' he thought . `` Why could n't I have mentioned the matter gently ? I daresay she has enough to trouble her . Confound those pigs ! '' * * * * * After that there was a time of calm .
Evidently something had been done XXXXX Bobbles ' memory or perhaps Mrs. Hayden attended to the gate herself .
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