"I've got eyes in the back of my head. And I seen you plain when I was lookin' straight the other way."
"A-a-aw!" laughed Gwendolyn, skeptically.
"They're hid by my braids," went on Jane, "but they're there. And I seen you throw away that medicine, you bad girl!" Again she leaned to examine the coffee-cup.
"Miss Royle said you had two faces," admitted Gwendolyn. She stared hard at the coiled braids on the back of Jane's head. The braids were pinned close together. No pair of eyes was visible.
Jane straightened resolutely, seized the medicine-bottle and the spoon, poured out a second dose, and proffered it. "Come, now!" she said firmly. "You ain't a-goin' to git ahead of me with your cuteness. Take this, and go to sleep."
"Bu-but—"
That moment a shrill whistle sounded from the street.
"There now!" cried Jane, triumphantly. "The policeman's right here. I can call him up whenever I like."
Gwendolyn drank.
Jane tossed the spoon aside, corked the bottle and went back to the open window. "You go to sleep," she commanded.