"'Why, the electric lights were burning in the house when I went by
Saturday.'

"'All of them?'

"'Looked it from the outside.'

"'Did you turn them off?'

"'I should say not. I hadn't the key. Besides I didn't turn them on.
I didn't know who did, nor why. I just left them alone.'

"That meant a neat little electric bill of about six dollars, and Mr.
Nesbitt talked to me in a very un-neutral way, and I got my hat and
walked off home. He called me up after a while and tried to make
peace, but I said I was ill from the nervous shock and couldn't work
any more that day. So he sent me a box of candy to restore my
shattered nerves, and the next day they were all right.

"One day I got rather belligerent myself. It was just a week after I
came. One of his new tenants phoned in that Nesbitt must get the
rubbish out of the alley back of his house or he would move out. Mr.
Nesbitt tried to evade a promise, but the man was curt. 'You get that
rubbish out to-day, or I get out to-morrow.'

"Mr. Nesbitt was just going to court, so he told me to call up a
garbage man and get the rubbish removed.

"I didn't know the garbage men from the ministers, and they weren't