with my approval."

"Eh?" said Mr. Green, starting. "Why, if Betty----"

"I must think it over," interrupted Mr. Letts, with a wave of his hand.
"Betty is only nineteen, and, as head of the family, I don't think she
can marry without my consent. I'm not sure, but I don't think so.
Anyway, if she does, I won't have her husband here sitting in my chairs,
eating off my tables, sleeping in my beds, wearing out my stair-rods,
helping himself----"

"Stow it," said Miss Foster, calmly.

Mr. Letts started, and lost the thread of his discourse. "I must have a
look at him," he concluded, lamely; "he may be all right, but then,
again, he mightn't."

He finished his tea almost in silence, and, the meal over, emphasized his
position as head of the family by taking the easy-chair, a piece of
furniture sacred to Mr. Green, and subjecting that injured man to a
catechism which strained his powers of endurance almost to breaking-
point.

"Well, I sha'n't make any change at present," said Mr. Letts, when the
task was finished. "There's plenty of room here for us all, and, so long
as you and me agree, things can go on as they are. To-morrow morning I
shall go out and look for a job."

He found a temporary one almost at once, and, determined to make a
favorable impression, worked hard all day. He came home tired and dirty,