“Yes'm. On the sofa in the liberry, an' Mrs. Parcher an' Mr. Parcher came in there an' sat down, after while, an' it was kind of dark, an' they didn't hardly notice me, or I guess they thought I was asleep, maybe. Anyways, they didn't talk loud, but Mr. Parcher would sort of grunt an' ack cross. He said he just wished he knew when he was goin' to have a home again. Then Mrs. Parcher said May HAD to ask her Sunday-school class, but he said he never meant the Sunday-school class. He said since Miss Pratt came to visit, there wasn't anywhere he could go, because Willie Baxter an' Johnnie Watson an' Joe Bullitt an' all the other ones like that were there all the time, an' it made him just sick at the stummick, an' he did wish there was some way to find out when she was goin' home, because he couldn't stand much more talk about love. He said Willie an' Johnnie Watson an' Joe Bullitt an' Miss Pratt were always arguin' somep'm about love, an' he said Willie was the worst. Mamma, he said he didn't like the rest of it, but he said he guessed he could stand it if it wasn't for Willie. An' he said the reason they were all so in love of Miss Pratt was because she talks baby-talk, an' he said he couldn't stand much more baby-talk. Mamma, she has the loveliest little white dog, an' Mr. Parcher doesn't like it. He said he couldn't go anywhere around the place without steppin' on the dog or Willie Baxter. An' he said he couldn't sit on his own porch any more; he said he couldn't sit even in the liberry but he had to hear baby-talk goin' on SOMEwheres an' then either Willie Baxter or Joe Bullitt or somebody or another arguin' about love. Mamma, he said”--Jane became impressive--“he said, mamma, he said he didn't mind the Sunday-school class, but he couldn't stand those dam boys!” “Jane!” Mrs. Baxter cried, “you MUSTN'T say such things!” “I didn't, mamma. Mr. Parcher said it. He said he couldn't stand those da--” “JANE! No matter what he said, you mustn't repeat--” “But I'm not. I only said Mr. PARCHER said he couldn't stand those d--” Mrs. Baxter cut the argument short by imprisoning Jane's mouth with a firm hand. Jane continued to swallow quietly until released. Then she said: “But, mamma, how can I tell you what he said unless I say--” “Hush!” Mrs. Baxter commanded. “You must never, never again use such a terrible and wicked word.” “I won't, mamma,” Jane said, meekly. Then she brightened. “Oh, _I_ know! I'll say 'word' instead. Won't that be all right?” “I--I suppose so.” “Well, Mr. Parcher said he couldn't stand those word boys. That sounds all right, doesn't it, mamma?” Mrs. Baxter hesitated, but she was inclined to hear as complete as possible a report of Mr. and Mrs. Parcher's conversation, since it seemed to concern William so nearly; and she well knew that Jane had her own way of telling things--or else they remained untold. “I--I suppose so,” Mrs. Baxter said, again.