Go home and see your mothers."
He played with the pen on his desk for a moment.
"Boys, I am going to tell you something. I am fifty-eight years
old and I don't want you to forget what I tell you. Whatever you
do, whatever gain, wherever you go, remember one thing. Don't
neglect your mothers. No true man will. As long as you live, or
as long as your mothers live, you will seem just little boys to
them. They never think that you grow up. When you were little
shavers, your mothers did for you more than any one else in the
world would do. They did things that a father would do about
once. Then he would be ready to give up his job. But your
mothers went right on day after day, year after year, doing hard,
thankless, disagreeable things. I bet you get this preached to
you a lot, boys, but I want to say it to you, too. If you are
away from them, write a letter, a real letter once each week. It
is not much to do. Do it, boys! And don't forget the kisses.
If you kiss your mother every time you come into the house or
leave it, you will still have all you want for your sweethearts
when you get 'em. Begin to-night when you go home. Will you?"
"Yes, sir," promised the Potter twins huskily.
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