"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 can"t come back to-morrow night, nor day-after-to-morrow night, nor--"
"Is it because your mamma is going to tell him he can"t?"
"No, Mr. Parcher. Mamma says he"s too old--an" she said she didn"t like to, anyway. She just DID somep"m."
"What? What did she do?"
"It"s a secret," said Jane. "I could tell you the first part of it--up to where the secret begins, I expect."
"Do!" Mr. Parcher urged.
"Well, it"s about somep"m Willie"s been WEARIN"," Jane began, moving closer to him as they slowly walked onward. "I can"t tell you what they were, because that"s the secret--but he had "em on him every evening when he came to see Miss Pratt, but they belong to papa, an" papa doesn"t know a word about it. Well, one evening papa wanted to put "em on, because he had a right to, Mr. Parcher, an" Willie didn"t have any right to at all, but mamma couldn"t find "em; an" she rummidged an"
rummidged "most all next day an" pretty near every day since then an"
never did find "em, until don"t you believe I saw Willie inside of "em only last night! He was startin" over to your house to see Miss Pratt in "em! So I told mamma, an" she said it "d haf to be a secret, so that"s why I can"t tell you what they were. Well, an" then this afternoon, early, I was with her, an" she said, long as I had told her the secret in the first place, I could come in Willie"s room with her, an" we both were already in there anyway, "cause I was kind of thinkin" maybe she"d go in there to look for "em, Mr. Parcher--"
"I see," he said, admiringly. "I see."
"Well, they were under Willie"s window-seat, all folded up; an" mamma said she wondered what she better do, an" she was worried because she didn"t like to have Willie behave so"s you an" Mrs. Parcher thought that way about him. So she said the--the secret--what Willie wears, you know, but they"re really papa"s an" aren"t Willie"s any more"n they"re MINE--well, she said the secret was gettin" a little teeny bit too tight for papa, but she guessed they--I mean the secret--she said she guessed it was already pretty loose for Willie; so she wrapped it up, an" I went with her, an" we took "em to a tailor, an" she told him to make "em bigger, for a surprise for papa, "cause then they"ll fit him again, Mr.
Parcher. She said he must make "em a whole lot bigger. She said he must let "em way, WAY out! So I guess Willie would look too funny in "em after they"re fixed; an" anyway, Mr. Parcher, the secret won"t be home from the tailor"s for two weeks, an" maybe by that time Miss Pratt"ll be gone."
They had reached Mr. Parcher"s gate; he halted and looked down fondly upon this child who seemed to have read his soul. "Do you honestly think so?" he asked.
"Well, anyway, Mr. Parcher," said Jane, "mamma said--well, she said she"s sure Willie wouldn"t come here in the evening any more when YOU"re at home, Mr. Parcher--"cause after he"d been wearin" the secret every night this way he wouldn"t like to come and not have the secret on.
Mamma said the reason he would feel like that was because he was seventeen years old. An" she isn"t goin" to tell him anything about it, Mr. Parcher. She said that"s the best way."
Her new friend nodded and seemed to agree. "I suppose that"s what you meant when you said he wasn"t coming back but didn"t know it yet?"
"Yes, Mr. Parcher."
He rested an elbow upon the gate-post, gazing down with ever-increasing esteem. "Of course I know your last name," he said, "but I"m afraid I"ve forgotten your other one."
"It"s Jane."
"Jane," said Mr. Parcher, "I should like to do something for you."
Jane looked down, and with eyes modestly lowered she swallowed the last fragment of the bread-and-b.u.t.ter and apple sauce and sugar which had been the constantly evanescent companion of their little walk together.
She was not mercenary; she had sought no reward.
"Well, I guess I must run home," she said. And with one lift of her eyes to his and a shy laugh--laughter being a rare thing for Jane--she scampered quickly to the corner and was gone.
But though she cared for no reward, the extraordinary restlessness of William, that evening, after dinner, must at least have been of great interest to her. He ascended to his own room directly from the table, but about twenty minutes later came down to the library, where Jane was sitting (her privilege until half after seven) with her father and mother. William looked from one to the other of his parents and seemed about to speak, but did not do so. Instead, he departed for the upper floor again and presently could be heard moving about energetically in various parts of the house, a remote thump finally indicating that he was doing something with a trunk in the attic.
After that he came down to the library again and once more seemed about to speak, but did not. Then he went up-stairs again, and came down again, and he was still repeating this process when Jane"s time-limit was reached and she repaired conscientiously to her little bed. Her mother came to hear her prayers and to turn out the light; and--when Mrs. Baxter had pa.s.sed out into the hall, after that, Jane heard her speaking to William, who was now conducting what seemed to be excavations on a serious scale in his own room.
"Oh, Willie, perhaps I didn"t tell you, but--you remember I"d been missing papa"s evening clothes and looking everywhere for days and days?"
"Ye--es," huskily from William.
"Well, I found them! And where do you suppose I"d put them? I found them under your window-seat. Can you think of anything more absurd than putting them there and then forgetting it? I took them to the tailor"s to have them let out. They were getting too tight for papa, but they"ll be all right for him when the tailor sends them back."
What the stricken William gathered from this it is impossible to state with accuracy; probably he mixed some perplexity with his emotions.
Certainly he was perplexed the following evening at dinner.
Jane did not appear at the table. "Poor child! she"s sick in bed," Mrs.
Baxter explained to her husband. "I was out, this afternoon, and she ate nearly ALL of a five-pound box of candy."
Both the sad-eyed William and his father were dumfounded. "Where on earth did she get a five-pound box of candy?" Mr. Baxter demanded.
"I"m afraid Jane has begun her first affair," said Mrs. Baxter. "A gentleman sent it to her."
"What gentleman?" gasped William.
And in his mother"s eyes, as they slowly came to rest on his in reply, he was aware of an inscrutability strongly remindful of that inscrutable look of Jane"s.
"Mr. Parcher," she said, gently.
XII
PROGRESS OF THE SYMPTOMS
Mrs. BAXTER"S little stroke of diplomacy had gone straight to the mark, she was a woman of insight. For every reason she was well content to have her son spend his evenings at home, though it cannot be claimed that his presence enlivened the household, his condition being one of strange, trancelike irascibility. Evening after evening pa.s.sed, while he sat dreaming painfully of Mr. Parcher"s porch; but in the daytime, though William did not literally make hay while the sun shone, he at least gathered a harvest somewhat resembling hay in general character.
Thus:
One afternoon, having locked his door to secure himself against intrusion on the part of his mother or Jane, William seated himself at his writing-table, and from a drawer therein took a small cardboard box, which he uncovered, placing the contents in view before him upon the table. (How meager, how chilling a word is "contents"!) In the box were:
A faded rose.
Several other faded roses, disintegrated into leaves.
Three withered "four-leaf clovers."
A white ribbon still faintly smelling of violets.
A small silver shoe-buckle.
A large pearl b.u.t.ton.