You want 'em tear it down, I'm willin'." She departed, and Mrs.Williams continued to sew.

The days were growing short, and at five o'clock she was obliged to put the work aside, as her eyes did not permit her to continue it by artificial light.

Descending to the lower floor, she found the house silent, and when she opened the front door to see if the evening paper had come, she beheld Sam, Penrod and Maurice Levy standing near the gate engaged in quiet conversation.
Penrod and Maurice departed while she was looking for the paper, and Sam came thoughtfully up the walk.
"Well, Sam," she said, "it wasn't such a bad thing, after all, to show a little politeness to Georgie Bassett, was it ?" Sam gave her a non-committal look--expression of every kind had been wiped from his countenance.

He presented a blank surface.
"No'm," he said meekly.
"Everything was just a little pleasanter because you'd been friendly, wasn't it ?" "Yes'm." "Has Georgie gone home ?" "Yes'm." "I hear you made enough noise in the cellar--Did Georgie have a good time ?" "Ma'am ?" "Did Georgie Bassett have a good time ?" "Well"-- Sam now had the air of a person trying to remember details with absolute accuracy--"well, he didn't say he did, and he didn't say he didn't." "Didn't he thank the boys ?" "No'm." "Didn't he even thank you ?" "No'm." "Why, that's queer," she said.

"He's always so polite.