Clover, who'd followed his father out of the room, poked his head back in with a small smile. He looked at Ma- his grin widened at the thought -and saw she was falling asleep, so he slipped back out of the room and told his Pa. His father nodded and bade him go sit down at the dinner table and the little boy did so, digging in hungrily to the bowl of soup he was offered and thanking his Pa for the food.