comin' back to your house to-night, but he doesn't know it yet."

"What!" exclaimed Mr. Parcher.

"Willie isn't goin' to spend any more evenings at your house at all,"
said Jane, thoughtfully. "He isn't, but he doesn't know it yet."

Mr. Parcher gazed fixedly at the wonderful child, and something like
a ray of sunshine flickered over his seamed and harried face. "Are you
SURE he isn't?" he said. "What makes you think so?"

"I know he isn't," said demure Jane. "It's on account of somep'm I told
mamma."

And upon this a gentle glow began to radiate throughout Mr. Parcher. A
new feeling budded within his bosom; he was warmly attracted to Jane.
She was evidently a child to be cherished, and particularly to be
encouraged in the line of conduct she seemed to have adopted. He wished
the Bullitt and Watson families each had a little girl like this. Still,
if what she said of William proved true, much had been gained and life
might be tolerable, after all.

"He'll come in the afternoons, I guess," said Jane. "But you aren't
home then, Mr. Parcher, except late like you were that day of the
Sunday-school class. It was on account of what you said that day. I told
mamma."

"Told your mamma what?"

"What you said."