t go over there in that corner by the
china closet and stand with your face to the wall and say over and over
your multiplication table till you know it right.'

"And so, to the supprise of Bella Dougherty, William Jones went right
over in the corner, like I told him, and there he stood, saying: 'Six
sixes is thirty-six, six sevens is forty-two,' and so on, whilst I set
over with Bella Dougherty peacefully enjoying ourselves just exactly 's
if William Jones wasn't anywheres about.

"And so, sir, it went on until Mrs. Muffitt she come down and said to
Bella Dougherty it was time to shut the house up, and then I bid her
good-night and told William to go home and go straight to bed, which he
did, and a-saying the multiplication table all the way down the street.
He would have said it all night, sir, I do believe, if I hadn't ordered
him to stop and to begin saying his prayers when I passed him in at his
front door.

"You may believe me, sir, that I had William Jones on my mind all night
and was a-worrying a little about him too, for fear maybe he'd never
come to. So around I goes the first thing in the morning to his
boarding-house, and his landlady tells me he had been a-saying his
prayers all mixed up like with the multiplication table ever since he
come home the night before. She was a bit troubled about it, sir, as
you may imagine, for William Jones was a good boarder and it 'd 'a' been
money out of her pocket if he had lost his mind.

"So, then, I seen William Jones and knowed at oncet that the
hypnertizing still had hold of him. Very well; I had no idea how to get
him out of it and it didn't hurt him nohow, so I just commanded William
Jones to drop the multiplication table and his prayers and to fix all
his intellect in the regular way on plumbing; and William Jones at oncet
calmed down and seemed his old self again.

"Then a wicked thought flashed into my mind. You know how it is
yourself, sir; you are tempted and you are weak and you fall, and then
the first thing you know, to be sure your sin'll find you out and there
you are! Here I am, a shattered hulk. It suddenly occurred to me, sir,
that if I could control William Jones, why not turn his affections away
from Bella Dougherty, who might take a fancy to him? who knows? women
are so queer! and direct his thoughts toward my own Aunt Maggie, who is
a middle-aged widder and not so bad-looking, and far too good for such
a man as William Jones, although to speak