"Indeed you will not!" The man wheeled sharply, an angry red staining
his cheeks.

"Oh, but Daniel, don't you see?--that'll simplify everything. She'll
be working for ME, then, and I--"

"But I tell you I won't have--" interrupted the man, then stopped
short. Susan herself stood in the doorway.

"I guess likely you was talkin' so loud you didn't hear me call you to
dinner," she was saying. "I've called you two times already. If you
want anything fit to eat you'd better come quick. It ain't gettin' any
fitter, waitin'."

"Susan!" Before Susan could turn away, Mrs. Colebrook detained her
peremptorily." Mr. Burton tells me that he owes you for past wages.
Now--"

"NETTIE!" warned the man sharply.

But with a blithe "Nonsense, Daniel, let me manage this!" Mrs.
Colebrook turned again to Susan. The man, not unlike the little Daniel
of long ago who fled to the attic, shrugged his shoulders with a
gesture of utter irresponsibility, turned his back and walked to the
farther side of the room.

"Susan," began Mrs. Colebrook again, still blithely, but with just a
shade of haughtiness, "my brother tells me your wages are past due;
that he owes you at least fifty dollars. Now I'm going to pay them for