"I'd rather get the money myself."
"Won't the money be good enough?" demanded Pepper, his face darkening.
"I'd rather know where it came from," returned the boy.
The two were in the kitchen at the time, and Sam Pepper had a frying pan in his hand.
"See here, Nelson, I'll whack you over the head with this, if you talk like that!" exclaimed the man, flying into a rage.
"You won't whack me more than once, Sam Pepper."
"Won't I?"
"No, you won't."
"Who is master around here, I'd like to know?"
"You are, but I'm not your slave."