Chew tobacco, chew tobacco,
      Spit, spit, spit! 
   Old McGuire, old McGuire,
      Nit, nit, nit!

Mrs. McGuire did occasionally draw comfort from an old clay pipe—­but Bugsey’s punishment was near.

A long shadow fell upon him, and turning around he found himself face to face with Mary Barner who stood spellbound, listening to her lately installed Band of Hoper!

Bugsey’s downfall was complete!  He turned and ran down the road and round behind an elevator, where half an hour later Pearl found him shedding penitential tears, not alas! because he had sinned, but because he had been found out.

The maternal instinct was strong in Pearlie.  Bugsey in tears was in need of consolation; Bugsey was always in need of admonition.  So she combined them: 

“Don’t cry, alannah.  Maybe Miss Barner didn’t hear yez at all at all.  Ladies like her do be thinkin’ great thoughts and never knowin’ what’s forninst them.  Mrs. Francis never knows what ye’r sayin’ to her at the toime; ye could say ‘chew tobacco, chew tobacco’ all ye liked before her; but what for did ye sass owld lady McGuire?  Haven’t I towld ye time out of mind that a soft answer turns away wrath, and forbye makes them madder than anything ye could say to them?”

Bugsey tearfully declared he would never go to Band of Hope again.  Taffy or no taffy, he could not bear to face her.

“Go tell her, Bugsey man,” Pearlie urged.  “Tell her ye’r sorry.  I w’uldn’t mind tellin’ Miss Barner anything.  Even if I’d kilt a man and hid his corp, she’s the very one I’d git to help me to give me a h’ist with him into the river, she’s that good and swate.”

The subject of this doubtful compliment had come down so early that morning believing that Mrs. McGuire was confined to her bed with rheumatism.  Seeing the object of her solicitude up and about, she would have returned without knowing what had happened; but Bugsey’s remarkable musical turn decided her that Mrs. McGuire was suffering from worse than a rheumatic knee.  She went into the little house, and heard all about it.

When she went home a little later she found Robert Roblin Watson, with resolute heart but hanging head, waiting for her on the back step.  What passed between them neither of them ever told, but in a very few minutes Robert Roblin ran gaily homeward, happy in heart, shriven of his sin, and with one little spot on his cheek which tingled with rapture.  Better still, he went, like a man, and made his peace with Mrs. McGuire!

CHAPTER VI THE MUSICAL SENSE

Mrs. Francis, in the sweetest of tea gowns, was intent upon Dr. Ernestus Parker’s book on “Purposeful Motherhood.”  It was the chapter dealing with the “Musical Sense in Children” which engrossed Mrs. Francis’s attention.  She had just begun subdivision C in the chapter, “When and How the Musical Sense Is Developed,” when she thought of Danny.  She fished into the waste-paper basket for her little red note-book, and with her silver mounted pencil she made the following entry: