"This is Mrs. Durham," I said. "My dear, please give Mr. Bagley ten pounds of flour and a piece of pork. After you're had your dinner, Mr. Bagley, I shall expect you, as we've agreed. And if you'll chain up that dog of yours, or, better still, knock it on the head with an axe, Mrs. Durham will go down and see your wife about fixing up your children."
Winifred gave me a pleased, intelligent look, and said, "Come in, Mr. Bagley;" while Merton and I hastened away to catch up with neglected work.
"Your husband's been good to me," said the man, abruptly.
"That's because he believes you are going to be good to yourself and your family," was her smiling reply.
"Will you come and see my wife?" he asked.
"Certainly, if I don't have to face your dog," replied Winifred.
"I'll kill the critter soon's I go home," muttered Bagley.
"It hardly pays to keep a big, useless dog," was my wife's practical comment.
In going to the cellar for the meat, she left him alone for a moment or two with Mousie; and he, under his new impulses, said: "Little gal, ef my children hurt your flowers agin, let me know, and I'll thrash 'em!"
The child stole to his side and gave him her hand, as she replied, "Try being kind to them."