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`` Never mind , '' said Mme Hugon , kissing her son 's sunny locks , `` Zizi is a very good boy to come and bury himself in the country with his mother . He 's a dear Zizi not to forget me ! '' In the afternoon she expressed some anxiety , for Georges , directly after leaving the table , had complained of a heavy feeling in his head and now seemed in for an atrocious sick headache . Toward four o'clock he said he would go upstairs to bed : it was the only remedy . After sleeping till tomorrow morning he would be perfectly himself again . His mother was bent on putting him to bed herself , but as she left the room he ran and locked the door , explaining that he was shutting himself in so that no one should come and disturb him . Then caressingly he shouted , `` Good night till tomorrow , little Mother ! ''