An' we play cards, an' she
dances, an'--"
"Aunt Mary," said Jack abruptly, "do you know the people who had Janice
want her back again?"
"I didn't quite catch that," said his aunt, "but you needn't bother to
repeat it because I ain't never goin' to let her go. Not never."
Jack came back and sat down beside the bed, and took her hand.
"Aunt Mary," he said in a pleading shriek, "don't you see how pale and
thin she's getting?"
"No, I don't," said his aunt, turning her head away, "an' it's no use
tellin' me such things because it's about my nap-time and I've always been
a great believer in takin' my nap when it's my nap-time. As a general
thing."
Jack sighed and watched her close her eyes and go instantly to sleep.
Janice came in a few minutes later.
"No--no," she whispered hastily, as he came toward her,--"you mustn't--you
mustn't. I don't believe that she really is asleep and even if she is,
Lucinda is _everywhere_."
"Where can we go?" Jack asked in despair. "It's out of all reason to
expect me to behave _all_ the time."
"We can't go anywhere," said Mrs. Rosscott; "we must resign ourselves.
I've learned that it's the only way. Dear me, when I think how long I've
been resigned it certainly seems to me that you might do a little in the
same line."
"Well, but I haven't learned to resign myself," said her lover, "and what
is more, I positively decline to learn to resign myself. You should do the
same, too. Where is the sense in humoring her so? I wouldn't if I were
you.
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