"My son, can you ever grow up to be as little a boy as your father?" she asked smilingly.
When Mrs. Biggs came down she stopped at the door.
"Has he gone out?"
"Who? Mr. Paxton? Yes."
"I blabbed about the room."
"I don't understand."
"He ast me if you had a key," she went on, repeating the conversation, verbatim.
"Oh!" said Jane, a light beginning to dawn.
"I could ha' bit my tongue out...."
"That's all right. I may have forgotten to speak about the room; I don't remember."