And she gets up jest like she is going to put her arms around him.
But Jane don't.

Fur that chair swings clear around and there sets the perfessor.

He's all hunched up and caved in and he's rubbing his eyes like he's jest woke up recent, and he's got a grin onto his face that makes him look like his sister Estelle looks all the time.
"Excuse me," says the perfessor.
They both swings around and faces him.

I can hear my heart bumping.

Jane never says a word.