"Oh, I see."

"Yesterday afternoon," said Jane, "when Miss Parcher had the
Sunday-school class for lemonade and cookies."

"Did you hear Miss Parcher say--"

"No'm," said Jane. "I ate too many cookies, I guess, maybe. Anyways,
Miss Parcher said I better lay down--"

"LIE down, Jane."

"Yes'm. On the sofa in the liberry, an' Mrs. Parcher an' Mr. Parcher
came in there an' sat down, after while, an' it was kind of dark, an'
they didn't hardly notice me, or I guess they thought I was asleep,
maybe. Anyways, they didn't talk loud, but Mr. Parcher would sort of
grunt an' ack cross. He said he just wished he knew when he was goin'
to have a home again. Then Mrs. Parcher said May HAD to ask her
Sunday-school class, but he said he never meant the Sunday-school class.
He said since Miss Pratt came to visit, there wasn't anywhere he could
go, because Willie Baxter an' Johnnie Watson an' Joe Bullitt an' all the
other ones like that were there all the time, an' it made him just sick
at the stummick, an' he did wish there was some way to find out when she
was goin' home, because he couldn't stand much more talk about love.
He said Willie an' Johnnie Watson an' Joe Bullitt an' Miss Pratt were
always arguin' somep'm about love, an' he said Willie was the worst.
Mamma, he said he didn't like the rest of it, but he said he guessed he
could stand it if it wasn't for Willie. An' he said the reason they were
all so in love of Miss Pratt was because she talks baby-talk, an' he