despondently. "I never see such a temper."
"There, Master Don," cried the droll-looking little Dutch doll of a woman. "That's how he is always going on."
"There, Jem, now you've made your poor little wife cry. You are the most discontented fellow I ever saw."
"Come, I like that, Master Don; you've a deal to brag about, you have. Why, you're all at sixes and sevens at home."
This was such a home thrust that Don turned angrily and walked out of the place.
"There!" cried Sally. "I always knew how it would be. Master Don was the best friend we had, and now you've offended him, and driven him away."
"Shouldn't ha' said nasty things then," grumbled Jem, sitting down and attacking his tea.
"Now he'll go straight to his uncle and tell him what a man you are."
"Let him," said Jem, with his mouth full of bread and butter.
"And of course you'll lose your place, and we shall be turned out into the street to starve."
"Will you be quiet, Sally? How's a m