Bim

It was true that Mr. Jack hadn't shown himself for quite a long time, but that, Bim felt, was natural enough.

Yours—yes, and probably somebody elses, Bim was mumbling his thoughts aloud.

She was reverenced by all the younger children for her sedate security, but by none of them so surely and so magnificently as Bim.

There he found that the plague had spent itself and that Bim had gone to a detention camp outside the city of Chicago.