“Put it on.”
Her lip quivered; she began to suspect his intention. “I do’ wanta.”
“Oh, very well! Please yourself. You got your 19 hat on already.” Seizing her by the shoulders he steered her toward the door. “Now march.”
Though she refused to march, it was not difficult for him to force her.
“This’ll teach you to valyer a good home when you got one. You’ll deserve to find the next one different.”
She almost shrieked: “You’re not going to turn me out?”
“Well, what does it look as if I was doin’?”
“I won’t go! I won’t go! Where can I go?”
“What I’m doin’ ’ll help you to find out.”
He had her now in the entry, where in spite of her struggles he had no difficulty in unlocking the door, pushing her out, and relocking the door behind her.