Poor Jane was quite unaware of the subtle psychological processes which contributed to her feeling of loathing for that innocent and spotless article of attire. But the apron appeared to be the last straw added to the already intolerable burden of her acute discomfort. Her pretty face was clouded and gloomy as she walked slowly across the muddy road in pursuit of the brilliant red tam perched on Master Belknap's curly head. Mrs. Belknap, watching from an upper window, frowned and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know whether it will pay to bother with that girl," she murmured. "I'm sure I haven't experienced a peaceful moment since she came, so far; but perhaps I can train her if I am patient." The training process presently called for a fresh rebuke, with copious explanatory notes and commentaries, when Jane returned to the house half an hour later bearing Master Belknap, who was screaming and kicking with all the pent-up energy of a young cyclone. "What _is_ the matter with Buster, Jane?" demanded his mother excitedly, as she ran hastily down the front stairs to receive the two. "He wanted to play in the muddy water with another little boy named Buster Bliss," replied Jane, quite breathless with her exertions; "and when I asked him not to get wet, he threw mud at me and at the other child; then I thought best to bring him home." "Oh, I don't like him to play with that Bliss child at all; he's a very rude boy!" exclaimed Mrs. Belknap. "I meant to have told you about that, Jane. Stop crying, darling, and let mother wipe your tears--poor little sweetheart; his hands are as cold as ice, and--why, Jane, his sleeves are wringing wet, and covered with mud; and his feet, too! dear, _dear_!" "Yes, ma'am," said Jane, "he _would_ play in the water; that is why I carried him home. He sat right down in the mud, ma'am." "But why did you _allow_ it? Really, Jane, I can see that you are not at all used to children. Have you ever had the care of one before? One has to _manage_, you know." Jane made no reply. And Mrs. Belknap did not seem to notice the omission in the strenuous process of rehabilitation which immediately ensued. Jane stood meekly by, supplying the needful articles one by one. When all was over and the child released from his mother's fond arms, with a rapturous kiss, she ventured upon a single question. "When Master Buster says he 'won't' what am I to do, ma'am?" Mrs. Belknap leaned back in her chair with a far-away look in her bright eyes. Finally she replied: "You must _contrive_ not to have him say 'won't' to you, Jane. It requires infinite tact and patience to care for a high-spirited child like Buster. Of course, I could not allow you to _punish_ him in any way. I do not believe in corporal punishment; and even if I approved of it, I should never relegate it to other hands."