His father evidently considered it wiser not to repeat the text of accusation. “You know what you did,” he said heavily.
“Oho!” Hedrick’s eyes became severe, and his sire’s evasively shifted from them.
“You keep away from the porch,” said the father, uneasily.
“You mean what I said about Ray Vilas?” asked the boy.
Both parents looked uncomfortable, and Mr. Madison, turning a leaf in his book, gave a mediocre imitation of an austere person resuming his reading after an impertinent interruption.
“That’s what you mean,” said the boy accusingly. “Ray Vilas!”
“Just you keep away from that porch.”
“Because I happened to mention Ray Vilas?” demanded Hedrick.
“You let your sister alone.”
“I got a right to know what she said, haven’t I?”