Martha."

"All right, I'm goin' to say it. Mr. Bangs," turning to the nervous
Galusha, "the thing for you to do is to stay right here in this house,
stay right here till you're well enough to go somewhere else."

Galusha rose from his chair. "Oh, really," he cried, in great agitation,
"I can't do that. I can't, really, Miss Phipps."

"Of course I realize you won't be as comfortable here as you would be in
a hotel, in a GOOD hotel--you'd be more comfortable in a pigsty than you
would at Elmer's. But--"

"Miss Phipps--Miss Phipps, please! I AM comfortable. You have made me
very comfortable. I think I never slept better in my life than I did
last night. Or ate a better breakfast than this one. But I cannot permit
you to go to this trouble."

"It isn't any trouble."

"Excuse me, I feel that it is. No, doctor, I must go--if not to the
Wellmouth hotel, then somewhere else."

Doctor Powers whistled. Miss Martha looked at Galusha. Galusha, whose
knees were trembling, sat down in the chair again. Suddenly the lady
spoke.

"If this was a hotel you would be willin' to stay here, wouldn't you,
Mr. Bangs?" she asked.