“No, I don’t.”
“Well, you’ll have to get used to it.”
“I don’t think I ever shall. I could never like any one who spoke of my father in the style you have done.”
“Hoity-toity! That is all boy’s talk.”
“I mean it.”
“Well, like me or not, you must remember that I am now in charge of everything. I shall expect you hereafter to do as I say.”
To this I did not reply. I looked at Ford, and saw that his lip was curled up. Evidently he did not like Mr. Enos Norton any more than I did.
“You have been having things here your own way too long. You have let the business go to the dogs, and all that sort of thing. Now all this has got to be stopped. I have got to get back my six hundred and fifty dollars, and then I have got to get what remains into shape, and invest it for your future good. How does your bank account stand at present?” and Mr. Norton stopped eating to hear my answer.
I paused before replying.