said he couldn't stand much more baby-talk. Mamma, she has the loveliest
little white dog, an' Mr. Parcher doesn't like it. He said he couldn't
go anywhere around the place without steppin' on the dog or Willie
Baxter. An' he said he couldn't sit on his own porch any more; he said
he couldn't sit even in the liberry but he had to hear baby-talk goin'
on SOMEwheres an' then either Willie Baxter or Joe Bullitt or
somebody or another arguin' about love. Mamma, he said"--Jane became
impressive--"he said, mamma, he said he didn't mind the Sunday-school
class, but he couldn't stand those dam boys!"

"Jane!" Mrs. Baxter cried, "you MUSTN'T say such things!"

"I didn't, mamma. Mr. Parcher said it. He said he couldn't stand those
da--"

"JANE! No matter what he said, you mustn't repeat--"

"But I'm not. I only said Mr. PARCHER said he couldn't stand those d--"

Mrs. Baxter cut the argument short by imprisoning Jane's mouth with a
firm hand. Jane continued to swallow quietly until released. Then she
said:

"But, mamma, how can I tell you what he said unless I say--"

"Hush!" Mrs. Baxter commanded. "You must never, never again use such a
terrible and wicked word."

"I won't, mamma," Jane said, meekly. Then she brightened. "Oh, _I_ know!
I'll say 'word' instead. Won't that be all right?"