"Some day you may—not."
Gwendolyn recognized the sudden change to belligerence; and foreseeing a possible loss of the peanuts, commenced to eat more rapidly. "Well, then," she persisted, "she could come over here."
Jane stared. "What do you mean?" she demanded crossly. "And don't you go botherin' your poor father and mother about this strange woman. Do you hear?"
"But she takes care of a rich little girl. I know—'cause there are bars on the basement windows. And Thomas says—"
"Oh, come" broke in Thomas, urging Jane hallward with a nervous jerk of the head.
"Ah!" Now complete understanding brought Jane to her feet. She fixed Thomas with blazing eyes. "And what does Thomas say, darlin'?"
Thomas waited. His ears were a dead white.
"There's a Pomeranian at the brick house," went on Gwendolyn, "and the pretty nurse takes it out to walk. And—"
"And Thomas is a-walkin' our Poms at the same time." Jane was breathing hard.
"And he says she's lots prettier close to—"