johnny

He was stopped by a policeman, who demanded, "Whose bag is that, Johnny?"

Johnny Rosenfeld lay back on the pillows and watched her face.

But, talk as he might, in Johnny Rosenfeld's loyal heart there was no thought of desertion.

There were some things that Johnny Rosenfeld did not tell his mother.

Johnny was close on the edge of his long sleep by that time, and very comfortable.

Johnny Rosenfeld still lay in his ward, inert from the waist down.

"Brake foot, clutch foot," said Johnny, and closed his eyes again.

Somehow there had been that in his face that had made Johnny afraid to speak to him.

Johnny stared, opened his mouth to speak, then wisely closed it and did as he was bidden.

Johnny leaned over the back of the chair, his eyes glued to the picture.