William spread handkerchiefs upon the two over-bulging cargoes, that their nature might not be disclosed to the curious, and, after listening a moment at his door, took the baskets, one upon each arm, then went quickly down the stairs and out of the house, out of the yard, and into the alley--by which route he had modestly chosen to travel.
...After an absence of about two hours he returned empty-handed and anxious.``Mother, I want to speak to you,'' he said, addressing Mrs Baxter in a voice which clearly proved the strain of these racking days.``I want to speak to you about something important.''
``Yes, Willie?''
``Please send Jane away.I can't talk about important things with a child in the room.''
Jane naturally wished to stay, since he was going to say something important.``Mamma, do I HAF to go?''
``Just a few minutes, dear.''
Jane walked submissively out of the door, leaving it open behind her.Then, having gone about six feet farther, she halted and, preserving a breathless silence, consoled herself for her banishment by listening to what was said, hearing it all as satisfactorily as if she had remained in the room.Quiet, thoughtful children, like Jane, avail themselves of these little pleasures oftener than is suspected.
``Mother,'' said William, with great intensity, ``I want to ask you please to lend me three dollars and sixty cents.''
``What for, Willie?''
``Mother, I just ask you to lend me three dollars and sixty cents.''
``But what FOR?''
``Mother, I don't feel I can discuss it any; I simply ask you: Will you lend me three dollars and sixty cents?''
Mrs.Baxter laughed gently.``I don't think I could, Willie, but certainly I should want to know what for.''
``Mother, I am going on eighteen years of age, and when I ask for a small sum of money like three dollars and sixty cents I think I might be trusted to know how to use it for my own good without having to answer questions like a ch--''
``Why, Willie,'' she exclaimed, ``you ought to have plenty of money of your own!''
``Of course I ought,'' he agreed, warmly.``If you'd ask father to give me a regular allow--''
``No, no; I mean you ought to have plenty left out of that old junk and furniture I let you sell last month.You had over nine dollars!'
``That was five weeks ago,'' William explained, wearily.
``But you certainly must have some of it left.
Why, it was MORE than nine dollars, I believe!
I think it was nearer ten.Surely you haven't--''
``Ye gods!'' cried the goaded William.``A
person going on eighteen years old ought to be able to spend nine dollars in five weeks without everybody's acting like it was a crime! Mother, I ask you the simple question: Will you PLEASE
lend me three dollars and sixty cents?''
``I don't think I ought to, dear.I'm sure your father wouldn't wish me to, unless you'll tell me what you want it for.In fact, I won't consider it at all unless you do tell me.''
``You won't do it?'' he quavered.
She shook her head gently.``You see, dear, I'm afraid the reason you don't tell me is because you know that I wouldn't give it to you if I knew what you wanted it for.''
This perfect diagnosis of the case so disheartened him that after a few monosyllabic efforts to continue the conversation with dignity he gave it up, and left in such a preoccupation with despondency that he passed the surprised Jane in the hall without suspecting what she had been doing.
That evening, after dinner, he addressed to his father an impassioned appeal for three dollars and sixty cents, laying such stress of pathos on his principal argument that if he couldn't have a dress-suit, at least he ought to be given three dollars and sixty CENTS (the emphasis is William's)
that Mr.Baxter was moved in the direction of consent--but not far enough.``I'd like to let you have it, Willie,'' he said, excusing himself for refusal, ``but your mother felt SHE
oughtn't to do it unless you'd say what you wanted it for, and I'm sure she wouldn't like me to do it.I can't let you have it unless you get her to say she wants me to.''
Thus advised, the unfortunate made another appeal to his mother the next day, and, having brought about no relaxation of the situation, again petitioned his father, on the following evening.So it went; the torn and driven William turning from parent to parent; and surely, since the world began, the special sum of three dollars and sixty cents has never been so often mentioned in any one house and in the same space of time as it was in the house of the Baxters during Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday of that oppressive week.
But on Friday William disappeared after breakfast and did not return to lunch.
