“What?” exclaimed Frost, in some alarm.
“Why, she hints that he can drive out the old lady, read to her, and make himself generally useful.”
“That will make it lighter for me,” said Frost, who was lazy, “if he does the driving.”
“Yes, but don’t you see what a chance he will have to work himself into the confidence of the old woman?”
“What sort of a boy does he seem to be?”
“I’ve only seen him five minutes, but I’ve found out that he is impudent. When I didn’t want to let him in, he actually defied me—asked by what right I sent away Mrs. Granville’s visitors.”
“So he is inclined to make trouble, is he?”
“Yes.”
“Suppose I give him a thrashing?”
“It won’t do, Frost.”