"You'll have to pay for them juth the thame."
"What?" cried Mavis.
"If you order, you pay. Ith a rule in the houth," said Miss Striem, as if the matter were forthwith dismissed from her mind.
"To sell girls bad food?" asked Mavis.
"I cannot discuth the matter; the thum due will be deducted from your wageth."
Mavis's blood was up. Her wage was small enough without having anything deducted for food she could not eat.
"I shall go to the management," she remarked.
"You'll what?"
"Go to the management. I'm not going to be cheated like that."
"You call me a cheat?" screamed the little woman, as she rose to her feet.