Soon another boy came in and I heard him say, "Hello, Ralph, did you hear about the 'tectives?" "'Tectives--what is a 'tective?" "Why, don't you know, Ralph? I have always known that. Besides father told us all about it this morning. They are officers with their coats buttoned up, and you would think they were real men until they catch you and take you to jail and hang you; so father says." "Gracious alive! Have you seen a live one, Bill?" "No, I never have, but father has. He said there were two hanging around Uncle William's last night. He thinks they are the same ones which carried off our minister, and he says he don't know who they are after unless it is Jim Burroughs, and it can't be him, either, for he is dead, they say the Indians or wolves have eat him up." "Golly, that's strange, Bill. Maybe they're after Jim's wife. You know them pleggy ministers at Salem kill lots of good folks." "Oh, no, Ralph, no 'tectives haven't touched her, because she's got a baby, besides she is awful sick. When she heard Jim was dead she went right into spazumbs or something, and she is going to die. Why, she moans so loud we can hear her clear over to our house. Mother said she was crazy all day and thought that Jim was at the foot of the bed and would not take her in his arms. She kept saying, 'Oh, Jim, Jim, don't you love me any more, won't you let me put my arms around your neck and kiss you once more before I die?'" Here the conversation ended, and I could see Ralph with his arm on Bill's shoulder both sobbing and wiping the tears with their dirty sleeve and I bowed my face down and moaned until Ralph said, "What was that noise?" Stubbs came in and said, "Ralph, why have you not swept the floor?" "Because I can't find the broom. Besides Bill has been telling me all about how sick Jim Burroughs' wife is, and how there is 'tectives around here to catch some one--I think you had better look out." "It isn't 'tectives, Ralph, say detectives. Do wipe the sugar off your mouth and speak more proper." "Didn't know there was sugar on my mouth--Oh, yes, there was a lump fell out of the hogshead when I was sweeping, and it was so dirty that I did not like to put it back into the clean sugar, so I ate it." "I thought you said you had not swept, for you could not find the broom." "Oh--I--yes--say, Mr. Stubbs, did you ever see a live detective?" "Now, that will do, Ralph; never mind the sweeping; go and count Mrs. Armstrong's eggs, for she is waiting. Now, Ralph, do not count double-yelk eggs for two any more, do you understand?" "I don't see why, as long as there might be a rooster and a pullet." "Yes--yes--Mrs. Armstrong, he is coming as soon as he grasps the cause of twins." PAUL DIMOCK