"You are——"
"Sure," said William cheerily, "I sent the other bunch away."
"The other bunch——"
"Yep; say, Mr. Whimple——"
"But just a minute," Mr. Whimple interrupted, "how did you know my name? Have we met before?"
"Search me—if we did we wasn't interduced."
"Then how did you know?"
William stopped dusting and regarded him thoughtfully.
"How did you know?" Whimple repeated.
"I always know," the boy repeated slowly, and then, as though communing with himself, "yes, I always know," and, as to-day, there was that in William's voice that haunted and held Whimple, as it has done many since. But that comes later.