"Ayes! I'll have to tell him," she answered firmly.
For the first time I looked for him with dread at the window and when he came I hid in a closet and heard that solemn and penetrating note in her voice as she said:
"I guess you'll have to take that boy away—ayes!"
"What now?" he asked.
"My stars! he sneaked into the parlor and tipped over the what-not and smashed that beautiful wax wreath!"
Her voice trembled.
"Not them Minervy flowers?" he asked in a tone of doleful incredulity.
"Ayes he did!"
"And tipped over the hull what-not?"
"Ayes!"