“Yes'm.”
The obedient Jane and her friend turned to go, and as they went, Miss Mary Randolph Kirsted allowed her uplifted eyes to linger with increased disfavor upon William, who appeared beside Mrs. Baxter at the window.
“I tell you what let's do,” Rannie suggested in a lowered voice. “He got so fresh with us, an' made your mother come, an' all, let's—let's—”
She hesitated.
“Let's what?” Jane urged her, in an eager whisper.
“Let's think up somep'n he won't like—an' DO it!”
They disappeared round a corner of the house, their heads close together.