I thought I come
see what you say."
Mrs. Williams laughed.
"We have to stand a little noise in the house sometimes, Fanny,
when there are boys. They're just playing, and a lot of noise is
usually a pretty safe sign."
"Yes'm," Fanny said. "It's yo' house, Miz Williams, not mine. You
want 'em tear it down, I'm willin'."
She departed, and Mrs. Williams continued to sew. The days were
growing short, and at five o'clock she was obliged to put the
work aside, as her eyes did not permit her to continue it by
artificial light. Descending to the lower floor, she found the
house silent, and when she opened the front door to see if the
evening paper had come, she beheld Sam, Penrod and Maurice Levy
standing near the gate engaged in quiet conversation. Penrod and
Maurice departed while she was looking for the paper, and Sam
came thoughtfully up the walk.
"Well, Sam," she said, "it wasn't such a bad thing, after all, to
show a little politeness to Georgie Bassett, was it?"
Sam gave her a non-committal look--expression of every kind had
been wiped from his countenance.
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