“Yes'm,” said Jane. “Willie's got 'em on.”
“What!”
“Yes, he has!” Jane assured her with emphasis. “I bet you he's had 'em on every single evening since Miss Pratt came to visit the Parchers! Anyway, he's got 'em on now, 'cause I saw 'em.”
Mrs. Baxter bit her lip and frowned. “Are you sure, Jane?”
“Yes'm. I saw him in 'em.”
“How?”
“Well, I was in my bare feet after I got undressed—before you came up-stairs—mamma, an' I was kind of walkin' around in the hall—”
“You shouldn't do that, Jane.”
“No'm. An' I heard Willie say somep'm kind of to himself, or like deckamation. He was inside his room, but the door wasn't quite shut. He started out once, but he went back for somep'm an' forgot to, I guess. Anyway, I thought I better look an' see what was goin' on, mamma. So I just kind of peeked in—”
“But you shouldn't do that, dear,” Mrs. Baxter said, musingly. “It isn't really quite honorable.”