Mrs. Baxter bit her lip and frowned. "Are you sure, Jane?"

"Yes'm. I saw him in 'em."

"How?"

"Well, I was in my bare feet after I got undressed--before you came
up-stairs--mamma, an' I was kind of walkin' around in the hall--"

"You shouldn't do that, Jane."

"No'm. An' I heard Willie say somep'm kind of to himself, or like
deckamation. He was inside his room, but the door wasn't quite shut. He
started out once, but he went back for somep'm an' forgot to, I guess.
Anyway, I thought I better look an' see what was goin' on, mamma. So I
just kind of peeked in--"

"But you shouldn't do that, dear," Mrs. Baxter said, musingly. "It isn't
really quite honorable."

"No'm. Well, what you think he was doin'?" (Here Jane's voice betrayed
excitement and so did her eyes.) "He was standin' up there in papa's
clo'es before the lookin'-glass, an' first he'd lean his head over on
one side, an' then he'd lean it over on the other side, an' then he'd
bark, mamma."

"He'd what?"

"Yes'm!" said Jane. "He'd give a little, teeny BARK, mamma--kind of like
a puppy, mamma."