“You know better, Mr. Starr!” broke in Andy, hotly. “You are trying to get the note paid twice.”
“Why, Andy,” exclaimed Mr. Starr, appearing to be very much shocked, “how you talk!”
“Young man,” said the lawyer, severely, “this is very disgraceful! I cannot permit my respected client to be insulted by a beardless boy.”
“What I said is true, nevertheless,” said Andy. “I don’t believe Mr. Starr has forgotten it, either!”
“That’s all nonsense, Andy,” said Joshua. “I’ll make it easy for you. I’m willin’ to take part of my pay in furniture, and the rest your mother can pay, say five or ten dollars a month.”
“My mother has no more furniture than she wants,” said Andy, “and she wants all her income to live upon.”
“That won’t do,” said the lawyer, sternly. “Your mother must make some arrangements this very afternoon to pay my client’s note, or it will be necessary for me, in his behalf, to take some very unpleasant measures.”
“There is one excellent reason for our not paying the note,” said Andy, smiling.
“What is that?”
“It has already been paid, and we can show Mr. Starr’s receipt.”