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his coat-sleeve, pityingly. "Never mind," she whispered, "something will happen yet — things always come out all right in the end, if we keep hoping ! ' '
"What you two idling and whispering about?" demanded a boy's voice; "I'll tell ma if you dont get to work ; here, I want some of that bread for my pigeons. ' '
"But we haven't finished our dinner," remonstrated Jessie, forgetting her usual fear, as she saw pa's hungry eyes. "Your grandpa wants that bread. ' '
I guess he's had all he needs," was the sneering retort; "all either of you does is to
"I've stood this long as I'm goin' to, Bob," he said; "I've tried ter put up with ill treatment an ' ter make th ' best of things, but this is too much ! I never thought I 'd see a son of mine treat a dog as yeh treat thet little girl ! Here she 's been luggin ' them great, heavy sacks of potatoes all th' afternoon — an' she didn't have hardly a bite of dinner — yer boy took th' little bread we did have, ter feed his pigeons — an' now she's expected ter get th' supper. I kin stand it fer myself, but I wont see her abused no more ! ' '
"Well, what are you
going to do about it?"
queried Mrs. Flint, who
ad appeared in the
PA IS NOT ALLOWED TO EAT WITH THE FAMILY
eat, anyhow. You've got to carry in potatoes, both of you. Pop said so, and you 'd better hurry. ' '
There is a limit to every 'man's endurance, and it was a wise man who penned the old adage: "Beware the fury of a patient man." Robert Flint, coming into the kitchen late that afternoon, where Jessie had just deposited a heavy bag of potatoes, paused, in startled amazement, at the threatening face that his father turned upon him.
kitchen. She was not abashed, like her husband. A faint feeling of shame had awakened in Robert Flint's heart at his father's words, but it died away as his wife took command of the situation.
For a moment the old man regarded his daughter-in-law with eyes that were both stern and appealing. Then, without a word, he turned and went up the stairs, to his little room beneath the eaves.
' ' There ! I 've settled him ; we wont