The first evening the boys retired early, partly because they had no light and partly because they wanted to visit about bygone days.  They had so many things to say to each other; and besides, they wanted to lay their plans for a jolly time while they could be together.  Will laughed heartily about John’s intense desire to become a man, and asked him how he felt about it now.  It was in a discouraged tone of voice that John replied: 

“There ain’t so much fun in it as I supposed.  The older I get, the more unhappy I feel.  Why, Will, there are times when I almost wish that I were dead.  No one seems to care for me or to have any time to give me.  It’s just ‘John here’ and ‘John there’; and if I dare to say anything, I’m laughed at or told to keep still.  It was different before Pa got married.  Then he used to talk to me and try to help me when I got lonesome; but now I just have to get along the best way I can.  If I like anything it’s all right, and if I don’t it’s the same.

“I’ll just tell you, if it wasn’t for Pa, I’d run away from home!  As for being a man, I don’t think that it is so wonderful after all.  The men that I know are all so bad.  Just look at Ed!  I’m getting so that I can hardly endure Ed!”

In reply to John’s great outburst of sorrow, Will had no words of sympathy to offer.  All that he could propose was that they could spend their evenings in playing cards (for Will, too, had learned many things since John had left; and card-playing was one of them).  John was pleased with the suggestion; but he said, “I haven’t any cards.”  As usual, however, he was quick to invent a way out of that difficulty and added:  “Hey, Will! why couldn’t we make some?  I know where there’s a lot of cardboard boxes that we could cut up.  One could cut while the other marked them.  You would know how to make them, would you not?”

“Yes, I think so,” Will answered.  “We could do that all right in the daytime; but how could we work in the dark?  And does it get very cold in here?”

“Oh, it doesn’t get so awfully cold; and as for a light, I can get a dish of lard and put a rag in it which we can light!  That won’t be a very good light; but I think we can get along.”

The boys found that it was no small task to make the cards.  First they had to cut the cardboard.  This John did with a very sharp knife.  Next, they drew hearts and diamonds and other necessary markings.  To be sure, the set of cards was a very crude one when it was finished; and when the boys began to shuffle them in the pack, they were disappointed because of the bulky appearance and wished for a more perfect set.  But John had done a good job in cutting them out, and the marking answered the purpose very well.  So night after night, by the aid of the flickering and sputtering light, furnished by the rag burning in the saucer of lard, the two boys, with heads bent low, sat scheming and planning, each striving to get ahead of the other in the game.