“I’ll do nothing of the kind,” said Susan.
“Zen I’ll do it myself,” said Emile.
He opened all the parlor shutters, and then walked around the room, scrutinizing the furniture, pictures, and ornaments in a way he had never done before.
Susan could do nothing to prevent him. She could only look on and grind her teeth.
When Emile came out of the parlor, he went into the dining-room.
“When Mr. Berkeley comes home,” said Susan, “I will tell him of this, and he will have you punished. You will not be allowed in this country to walk into people’s houses and act in this way.”
“Humph!” said Emile, shrugging his shoulders; “when your Mr. Berkeley comes home, he will have no home.”
Presently a happy idea seemed to strike the French boy. Coming to the hall, where Susan still stood, he said to her,—
“Where are zose bells zat used to dingle-dangle on zis house?”
“It’s none of your business where they are,” said Susan, shortly.