"Boys, be still!" said their father; which admonition they heeded for about the space of ten seconds.
Mary Jane rose from the table as soon as she had finished her supper.
"Charlie'll sleep with me, of course," she said. "Bring your bag and your things up stairs, Charlie."
Charlie followed her to the third story,—a very fair-sized room, but with an appearance of general untidiness visible everywhere.
"You can hang up your clothes in that closet," indicating it with her head. "Did you go to work in the mill, Charlie?"
"Yes."
"Didn't you like it?"
"Not very much," slowly shaking out her clean calico dress.
"I shouldn't, either. What did you earn?"