<h2 id="id00399">The Lad's Answer</h2>
<p id="id00400" style="margin-top: 2em"> Our little lad came in one day<br/>
With dusty shoes and weary feet<br/>
His playtime had been hard and long<br/>
Out in the summer's noontide heat.<br/>
"I'm glad I'm home," he cried, and hung<br/>
His torn straw hat up in the hall,<br/>
While in the corner by the door<br/>
He put away his bat and ball.<br/></p>
<p id="id00401"> "I wonder why," his aunty said,<br/>
"This little lad always comes here,<br/>
When there are many other homes<br/>
As nice as this, and quite as near."<br/>
He stood a moment deep in thought,<br/>
Then, with the love-light in his eye,<br/>
He pointed where his mother sat,<br/>
And said: "Here she lives; that is why '"<br/></p>
<p id="id00402"> With beaming face the mother heard,<br/>
Her mother-heart was very glad.<br/>
A true, sweet answer he had given,<br/>
That thoughtful, loving little lad.<br/>
And well I know that hosts of lads<br/>
Are just as loving, true, and dear,<br/>
That they would answer as did he,<br/>
"Tis home, for mother's living here."<br/></p>
<h5 id="id00403"> ARTHUR V. FOX.</h5>
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