"What do you mean, Sidney?"
"What do you mean, Eunice, takin' your ward's money an' puttin' it into this wild-cat business?"
"I'm not aware that I have told you or any one else what I have done with Alice's money."
"I'm perfectly aware o' you, Eunice, an' I have been for a good many years. You ain't got a cent o' your own an' you've been spungin' off from Alice. She didn't seem to mind, so I didn't interfere; but this is different. You just back right out now or I'll make you." Uncle Sid's face was not pleasant to contemplate.
Mrs. MacGregor smiled complacently.
"It seems to me that you are very suddenly and deeply interested in my doings."
"I am!" Uncle Sid snapped out. "An' for two reasons. In the first place you are swindling Alice out o' her money, an' in the second, the good name o' the Harwoods is in danger. Either one is enough to rile my fightin' blood, an' take 'em both together, I'm fifty years younger'n my birthday calls for."
Mrs. MacGregor spoke coldly.
"You are very much mistaken, Sidney, if you think you are frightening me."
"I am mistaken. I never thought you a fool, I declare if I did! Not this kind. Accordin' to my notion, you've tried on a powerful lot o' different kinds o' fool, but I never thought you'd settle down to this."