Peering through his eye-holes William recognised Miss Drew.
He spread out a row of the playing-cards and began to whisper. William’s whisper was such a little known quantity that it was not recognised.
“You’ve got a bad temper,” he whispered.
“True!” sighed Miss Drew.
“You’ve got a cat and hens,” went on William.
“True.”
“You’ve been hard on a boy jus’ lately. He—he may not live very long. You’ve time to make up to him.”
“YOU’VE BEEN HARD ON A BOY JUS’ LATELY. HE—HE
MAY NOT LIVE VERY LONG. YOU’VE TIME TO MAKE UP
TO HIM.”
Miss Drew started.