"'Yes, they have,' she told him. 'And somebody who knows you very well, Mr. Strout.' Meaning your father, Janice, of course.
"'So you think you will hold on to this shack and make something on it, do you?' he remarked.
"'At least,' mother answered, 'I hope to keep it for a shelter for my children and not lose what I have put in it.'
"'Well,' said he, in such a nasty tone! 'You just wait!' And then he stamped out of the house."
"Oh, but I am afraid of him," sighed Amy. "He spoke so threateningly."
"Yes, Momsy and Amy think he has something up his sleeve," said
Gummy, carelessly. "But I think Abel Strout is licked, thanks to
Mr. Day."
Janice was very careful to repeat the particulars of this scene
Gummy had so vividly related to her father in the evening.
"Maybe he has something 'up his sleeve,' as Gummy says," Janice observed. "Can that be possible, do you think, Daddy?"
"Well, it is hard to say. Now that I have gone into this thing for Mrs. Carringford, I suppose I might go a little deeper. Do you know if she had the title to that property searched before she bought it?"
"I'll ask her, Daddy."