“Yes, Willie?”
“Please send Jane away. I can't talk about important things with a child in the room.”
Jane naturally wished to stay, since he was going to say something important. “Mamma, do I HAF to go?”
“Just a few minutes, dear.”
Jane walked submissively out of the door, leaving it open behind her. Then, having gone about six feet farther, she halted and, preserving a breathless silence, consoled herself for her banishment by listening to what was said, hearing it all as satisfactorily as if she had remained in the room. Quiet, thoughtful children, like Jane, avail themselves of these little pleasures oftener than is suspected.
“Mother,” said William, with great intensity, “I want to ask you please to lend me three dollars and sixty cents.”
“What for, Willie?”
“Mother, I just ask you to lend me three dollars and sixty cents.”
“But what FOR?”
“Mother, I don't feel I can discuss it any; I simply ask you: Will you lend me three dollars and sixty cents?”