-there's plenty for you and me. Folks call me
close, and I like to do what I like with my own money. There's plenty, I
tell you, for you and me and the bird. Do you think he knew you, Willy?
I believe he did."

"God knows! When--how did you know me, Mrs. Tree?"

"Get up, Willy Jaquith, and I'll tell you. Sit down; there's the chair
you made together, when you were fifteen. Remember, hey? I knew your
voice at the door, or I thought I did. Then when you wouldn't look at
the bead puppy, I hadn't much doubt; and when I said 'Cat's foot!' and
you laughed, I knew for sure. You've had a hard time, Willy, but you're
the same boy."

"If you would not be kind," said the man, "I think it would be easier.
You ought to give me up, you know, and let me go to jail. I'm no good.
I'm a vagrant and a drunkard, and worse. But you won't, I know that; so
now let me go. I'm not fit to stay in Arthur's room or lie on his bed.
Give me a little money, my dear old friend--yes, the parrot knew
me!--and let me go!"

"Hark!" said the old woman.

She went to the door and listened. Her keen old face had grown
wonderfully soft in the last hour, but now it sharpened and hardened to
the likeness of a carved hickory-nut.

"Somebody at the door," she said, speaking low. "Malvina Weight."

She came back swiftly into the room. "That press is full of Arthur's
clothes; take a bath and dress yourself, and rest awhile; then come down
and talk to me. Yes, you will! _Do as I say!_ Willy Jaquith, if you try
to leave this house, I'll set the parrot on you. Remember the day he bit
you for stealing his apple, and served you right? There's the scar
still on your cheek. Greatest wonder he didn't put your eyes out!"

She slipped out and closed the door after her; then stood at the head of
the stairs, listening.

Mrs. Ephraim Weight, a ponderous woman with a chronic tremolo, was in
the hall, a knitted shawl over her head and shoulders.

"I've waited 'most an hour to see that tramp come out," she was saying.
"Deacon's away, and I was scairt to death, but I'm a mother, and I had
to come. How I had the courage I don't know, when I thought you and Mis'
Tree might meet my eyes both layin' dead in this entry. Where is he?
Don't you help or harbor him now, Direxia Hawkes! I saw his evil eye as
he stood on the doorstep, and I knew by the way he peeked and peered
that he was after no good. Where is he? I know he didn't go out. Hush!
don't say a word! I'll slip out and