.

"If that mean old creature didn't make faces!" grumbled Jane. She was
leaning forward to look out.

"_How_ did he make faces, Jane?" asked Gwendolyn. "Were they nice ones?"
She lifted the glass to take a whiff of its contents. "I'd like to see
him make faces."

She put the spoon into Jane's half-empty coffee-cup; then let the
medicine run up the side of the glass until it was almost to her lips.
She tasted it. It tasted good! She hesitated a second; then drained the
glass.

The street was quiet. Jane rose to her feet and came over. "Did you do
as I said?" she asked.

"Yes, Jane."

"Now, _did_ you?" Jane picked up the glass, looked into it, then at
Gwendolyn. "Honest?"

"Yes,--every sip."

"_Gwendolyn?_" Jane held her with doubting eyes. "I don't believe it!"

"But I _did!_"

Jane bent down to the cup, sniffed it, then smelled of the glass.

"Gwendolyn," she said solemnly, "I know you did _not_ take your
medicine. You poured it into this cup."

"But I _didn't!_"

"I _seen_." Jane pointed an accusing finger.

"How _could_ you?" demanded Gwendolyn. "You were looking at the brick
house."

"I've got eyes in the back of my head. And I seen you _plain_ when I was
lookin' straight the other way."

"A-a-aw!" laughed Gwendolyn, skeptically.

"They're hid by my braids," went on Jane, "but they're there. And I seen
you throw away that medicine, you bad girl!" Again she leaned to
examine the coffee-cup.

"Miss Royle said you had two faces," admitted Gwendolyn. She stared hard
at the coiled braids on the back of Jane's head. The braids were pinned
close together. No pair of eyes was visible.

Jane straightened resolutely, seized the medicine-bottle and the spoon,
poured out a second dose, and proffered it. "Come, now!" she said
firmly. "You ain't a-goin' to git ahead of me with your cuteness. Take
this, and go to sleep."

"Bu-but--"

That moment a shrill whistle sounded from the street.

"_There_ now!" cried Jane, triumphantly. "The policeman's right here. I
can call him up whenever I like."

Gwendolyn drank.

Jane tossed the spoon aside, corked the bottle and went back to the
open window. "You go to sleep," she commanded.

Gwendolyn, lying flat, was murmuring to herself. "Oo-oo! How funny!" she
said, "Oo-oo!"

"Now, don't let me hear another word out of you!" warned Jane.

Gwendolyn turned her head slowly from side to side. A great light of
some kind was flaming against her eyes--a light sho