Mr. Parcher's perplexity continued. "What about?"

"About Willie. YOU know!" Jane smiled fraternally.

"No, I don't."

"It was when I was layin' in the liberry, that day of the Sunday-school
class," Jane told him. "You an' Mrs. Parcher was talkin' in there about
Miss Pratt an' Willie an' everything."

"Good heavens!" Mr. Parcher, summoning his memory, had placed the
occasion and Jane together. "Did you HEAR all that?"

"Yes." Jane nodded. "I told mamma all what you said."

"Murder!"

"Well," said Jane, "I guess it's good I did, because look--that's the
very reason mamma did somep'm so's he can't come any more except in
daytime. I guess she thought Willie oughtn't to behave so's't you said
so many things about him like that; so to-day she did somep'm, an' now
he can't come any more to behave that loving way of Miss Pratt that you
said you would be in the lunatic asylum if he didn't quit. But he hasn't
found it out yet."

"Found what out, please?" asked Mr. Parcher, feeling more affection for
Jane every moment.

"He hasn't found out he can't come back to your house to-night; an' he