"Och, it 'll be safe enough. I'll leave you be."
"It would not be safe for YOU."
"Fur me? What you talkin'?"
"If you lost your temper and struck me, I might kill you. That's why I came away."
The father stared in furtive horror at the white, impassive face of his daughter.
Could this be Tillie—his meek, long-suffering Tillie?
"Another thing," she continued resolutely, for she had lost all fear of speaking her mind to him, "why should I pay you twelve dollars a month board, when I get my board at the store for six, because I wait on customers between times?"
Mr. Getz looked very downcast. There was a long silence between them.
"I must go now, father. This is the hour that I always spend in the store."
"I'll board you fur six, then," he growled.