Joy at last stopped the swing’s movement. Usually he liked to swing high in the air, higher than anybody else in the world. 1 now he did not want to swing at all. He felt sick. His head 2 . His sweater seemed too tight. He was sure that he even looked different. Joy looked at the ground and tried hard to 3 his thoughts. He could hide the pipe; he could throw it away; he could send Mr Daw the money for it. His thoughts went around in the same circle again and again. He felt sick 4 . The sun was slipping down through the trees and it was time to go 5 . Time was 6 out. His mother would look at him and she would know. She always knew. He blinked and hot tears ran 7 his cheek. She trusted him. This was the first year she had left him alone for 3 hours between school and the time she got home from work. She had to 8 . He knew that. She had to work to buy his clothes and to pay for their food and for a place to 9 . He remembered the nice way she said, “You are a little man now, Joy.” It made him sad when his mother’s 10 came back to him. She trusted him. Remembering this he felt as if someone had stuck a sharp pin into his side. Her trust in him now began to haunt ( 萦绕 ) him. It drove everything else from his head.