``I thought that was it!'' he cried, and upon this confirmation of his worst fears he did increased violence to his rumpled hair.``I suspected it, but I wouldn't 'a' believed it! You mean to let this child--you mean to let--'' Here his agitation affected his throat and his utterance became clouded.A few detached phrases fell from him: ``--Invite MY friends--children's party--ye gods!--think Miss Pratt plays dolls--''
``Jane will be very good,'' his mother said.``I shouldn't think of not having her, Willie, and you needn't bother about your friends; they'll be very glad to see her.They all know her, except Miss Pratt, perhaps, and--'' Mrs.Baxter paused; then she asked, absently: ``By the way, haven't I heard somewhere that she likes pretending to be a little girl, herself?''
``WHAT!''
``Yes,'' said Mrs.Baxter, remaining calm;
``I'm sure I've heard somewhere that she likes to talk `baby-talk.' ''
Upon this a tremor passed over William, after which he became rigid.``You ask a lady to your house,'' he began, ``and even before she gets here, before you've even seen her, you pass judgment upon one of the--one of the noblest--''
``Good gracious! _I_ haven't `passed judgment.'
If she does talk `baby-talk,' I imagine she does it very prettily, and I'm sure I've no objection.
And if she does do it, why should you be insulted by my mentioning it?''
``It was the way you said it,'' he informed her, icily.
``Good gracious! I just said it!'' Mrs.Baxter laughed, and then, probably a little out of patience with him, she gave way to that innate mischievousness in such affairs which is not unknown to her sex.``You see, Willie, if she pretends to be a cunning little girl, it will be helpful to Jane to listen and learn how.''
William uttered a cry; he knew that he was struck, but he was not sure how or where.He was left with a blank mind and no repartee.
Again he dashed from the room.
In the hall, near the open front door, he came to a sudden halt, and Mrs.Baxter and Jane heard him calling loudly to the industrious Genesis:
``Here! You go cut the grass in the back yard, and for Heaven's sake, take that dog with you!''
``Grass awready cut roun' back,'' responded the amiable voice of Genesis, while the lawn-
mower ceased not to whir.``Cut all 'at back yod 's mawnin'.''
``Well, you can't cut the front yard now.Go around in the back yard and take that dog with you.''
``Nemmine 'bout 'at back yod! Ole Clem ain'
trouble nobody.''
``You hear what I tell you?'' William shouted.
``You do what I say and you do it quick!''
Genesis laughed gaily.``I got my grass to cut!''
``You decline to do what I command you?''
William roared.
``Yes, indeedy! Who pay me my wages? 'At's MY boss.You' ma say, 'Genesis, you git all 'at lawn mowed b'fo' sundown.' No, suh! Nee'n'
was'e you' bref on me, 'cause I'm got all MY time good an' took up!''
Once more William presented himself fatefully to his mother and Jane.``May I just kindly ask you to look out in the front yard?''
``I'm familiar with it, Willie,'' Mrs.Baxter returned, a little wearily.
``I mean I want you to look at Genesis.''
``I'm familiar with his appearance, too,'' she said.``Why in the world do you mind his cutting the grass?''
William groaned.``Do you honestly want guests coming to this house to see that awful old darky out there and know that HE'S the kind of servants we employ? Ye gods!''
``Why, Genesis is just a neighborhood outdoors darky, Willie; he works for half a dozen families besides us.Everybody in this part of town knows him.''
