"I'm goin' to watch them kids fer the rest of the night," Abner announced.
"No, you're not," his wife declared. "I couldn't trust you with them. I've undertaken the job for to-night, and I intend to carry it through, so, away with you all, and let me get some rest."
Abner at once started off, humming as he went:
"When Bill Larkins made his money."
Mrs. Andrews and the girls watched him until he had disappeared. Then they looked at one another with wondering eyes. Jess was the first to speak.
"I'm afraid there's something wrong with daddy," she whispered.
"I'm sure of it," her mother replied. "He's either luney, or he's been drinking."
But Belle laughed at them.
"You needn't worry about him," she declared. "He's neither crazy nor drunk. He has more sense left than most men. It's only his way."
"Which way? I'd like to know," and Mrs. Andrews sighed. "He's had so many ways since we've been married that I don't know which way you mean."