"A fool?" asts Jane, and laughs. "And I'm not a fool to think of going with you at all, then?"
That chair, she moved six inches more and I seen the calf of a leg and part of a crumpled-up coat tail.
"But I AM going with you, Henry," says Jane. And she gets up jest like she is going to put her arms around him.
But Jane don't. Fur that chair swings clear around and there sets the perfessor. He's all hunched up and caved in and he's rubbing his eyes like he's jest woke up recent, and he's got a grin onto his face that makes him look like his sister Estelle looks all the time.
"Excuse me," says the perfessor.
They both swings around and faces him. I can hear my heart bumping. Jane never says a word. The man with the brown beard never says a word. But if they felt like me they both felt like laying right down there and having a fit. They looks at him and he jest sets there and grins at them.
But after a while Jane, she says:
"Well, now you KNOW! What are you going to do about it?"
Henry, he starts to say something too. But—
"Don't start anything," says the perfessor to him. "YOU aren't going to do anything." Or they was words to that effect.