“Oh, why do you stand there and listen? Don’t you see that I can’t help
myself? Why don’t you go away? What good can it do you to stay here, to
stay and listen to it all?”
Then I stopped because he looked at me for a moment, and flushed, and
then did turn away, back again to his old dreary post at the street
window.
Great-aunt chuckled.
“That’s right, little Jenny. Take your own way with them, Jenny!”