“I wish you’d tell that to Radcliffe,” Claire said.  “He loves to hear about the children, and he can learn so much from listening to what is told of other kiddies’ generosities and self-denials.”

Martha shook her head.  “There’s nothin’ worth tellin’,” she said.  “An’ besides, if I told’m, he might go an’ tell his mother or his Uncle Frank, an’ they might think I was puttin’ in a bid for a Easter-egg on my own account.  Radcliffe is a smart little fella!  He knows a thing or two—­an’ sometimes three, an’ don’t you forget it.”

That Radcliffe “knew a thing or two—­an’ sometimes three,” he proved beyond a doubt to Martha next day when, as she was busy cleaning his Uncle Frank’s closet, he meandered up to her and casually observed: 

“Say, you know what I told you once ‘bout Miss Lang bein’ Mr. Van Brandt’s best girl?”

“Yes.”

“Well, she ain’t!”

“Why ain’t she?”

“I was lookin’ out o’ the window in my mother’s sittin’-room yesterday mornin’, an’ when my mother an’ my Uncle Frank they came up from breakfast, they didn’t see me coz I was back o’ the curtains.  My mother she had a letter Shaw, he just gave her, and when she read it she clapped her hands together an’ laughed, an’ my Uncle Frank he said, ’Why such joy?’ an’ she said, ’The greatest news!  Amy Pelham is engaged to Mr. Van Brandt!’ An’ my Uncle Frank, his face got dark red all at once, an’ he said to my mother, ’Catherine, are you ‘sponsible for that?’ an’ she said, ‘I never lifted a finger.  I give you my word of honor, Frank!’ An’ then my Uncle Frank he looked better.  An’ my mother she said, ’You see, he couldn’t have cared for Miss Lang, after all—­I mean, the way we thought.’  An’ he said, ‘Why not?’ An’ she said, ’Coz if he had asked her, she would have taken him, for no poor little governess is going to throw away a chance like that.  No sensible girl would say no to Bob Van Brandt with all his ‘vantages.  She’d jump at him, an’ you couldn’t blame her.’

“An’ then my mother an’ my Uncle Frank they jumped, for I came out from behind the curtains where I’d been lookin’ out, an’ I said, ’She would too say no!  My Miss Lang, she’s sensible, an’ one time in the Park, when Mr. Van Brandt he asked her to take him an’ everything he had (that’s what he said!  “Take me an’ everything I have, an’ do what you want with me!"), Miss Lang she said, “No, Bob, I can’t!  I wish I could, for your sake, if you want me so—­but—­I can’t.”  An’ Mr. Van Brandt he felt so bad, I was sorry.  When I thought Miss Lang was his best girl, I didn’t like him, but I didn’t want him to feel as bad as that.  An’ he went off all alone by himself, an’ Miss Lang—­’Only I couldn’t tell any more, for my Uncle Frank, he said reel sharp, ’That’s enough, Radcliffe!’ But last night he brought me home a dandy boat I can sail on the Lake, with riggin’ an’ a center-board, an’, O, lots o’ things!  An’ so I guess he wasn’t so very mad, after all.”