It may as well be recorded here that the identity of that some one was never clearly established.

There were suspicions, centering about the bank messenger, but he stoutly denied having told a living soul.
Barbara, who was on her way home from school, and had rescued the long-suffering Petunia from the front fence where she had been left suspended on a picket to await her parent's return, was bubbling over with news and giggles.
"Oh, Uncle Jed," she demanded, jumping up to perch panting upon a stack of the front elevations of birdhouses, "isn't Mr.Gabe Bearse awfully funny ?" Jed sighed.

"Yes," he said, "Gabe's as funny as a jumpin' toothache." The young lady regarded him doubtfully.

"I see," she said, after a moment, "you're joking again.

I wish you'd tell me when you're going to do it, so Petunia and I would know for sure." "All right, I'll try not to forget to remember.