Chilton here if you understood--"
"Wh-at?" interrupted Miss Polly, the look of stupefaction on her
face changing to one of angry indignation.
Jimmy sighed despairingly.
"There, I didn't mean ter make ye mad. That's why I begun by
tellin' ye about her walkin' again. I thought you'd listen ter
that."
"Jimmy, what are you talking about?"
Jimmy sighed again.
"That's what I'm tryin' ter tell ye."
"Well, then tell me. But begin at the beginning, and be sure I
understand each thing as you go. Don't plunge into the middle of
it as you did before--and mix everything all up!"
Jimmy wet his lips determinedly.
"Well, ter begin with, Dr. Chilton come ter see Mr. Pendleton,
an' they talked in the library. Do you understand that?"
"Yes, Jimmy." Miss Polly's voice was rather faint.
"Well, the window was open, and I was weedin' the flower-bed
under it; an' I heard 'em talk."
"Oh, Jimmy! LISTENING?"
" 'Twa'n't about me, an' 'twa'n't sneak listenin'," bridled
Jimmy. "And I'm glad I listened.
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