she will have one hundred and thirty-five dollars," said Louisa.
"That will buy her something extra."

"I know that she has been wanting some portieres for her parlor, and
a new set for her spare chamber, and maybe that is what she will
get," said I. And I said furthermore that I hoped she would feel paid
for her hard work and the strain it must have been on her mind.

Louisa and I are not very curious, but the next day we did
watch--though rather furtively--the Jamesons moving into the old Wray
house.

All day we saw loads of furniture passing, which must have been
bought in Grover. So many of the things were sewed up in burlap that
we could not tell much about them, which was rather unfortunate.
It was partly on this account that we did not discourage Tommy
Gregg--who had been hanging, presumably with his mother's connivance,
around the old Wray house all day--from reporting to us as we were
sitting on the front doorstep in the twilight. Mrs. Peter Jones and
Amelia Powers had run over, and were sitting there with Louisa and
me. Little Alice had gone to bed; we had refused to allow her to go
to see what was going on, and yet listened to Tommy Gregg's report,
which was not, I suppose, to our credit. I have often thought that
punctilious people will use cats'-paws to gratify curiosity when they
would scorn to use them for anything else. Still, neither Louisa nor
I would have actually beckoned Tommy Gregg up to the door, as Mrs.
Jones did, though I suppose we had as much cause to be ashamed, for
we certainly listened full as greedily as she.

It seemed to me that Tommy had seen all the furniture unpacked, and